26.01.2013 in12:34 in Travel, country -->
I was born in 1982 on the island of Menorca, a place where one can have a simple and quiet life. This is like that are ideal to live in as a child or one is surrounded by everything that is his same size. You don’t need to have anyone pick you up from school or pick you up from the beach.During that time I left the island on very few occasions because my parents, we work during the summer for the most part and generally speaking people from the island would rarely find it necessary to go somewhere else on vacation.There was none of that in August we go on vacation. When I was I went to Barcelona to study our InDesign. The same city I began working. Something that I continue to do in Madrid also in the design sector.In 2009 I left the agency the ad agency where I was working and continue to work as a freelance designer. I didn’t have a plan I just needed that change in that moment. In a matter of hours I went from living in the heart of Madrid to living in La Restinga a tiny town in the island of El Hierro in the Canary Islands. I was on an island once again. I suppose this was the point of inflection for me.Since then I’ve continued to work as a freelance designer and photographer and I do it remotely from where ever I live such as Edinburgh, London, Fuerteventura, Menorca, Sydney…I think that being from Menorca has influenced me and a lot. Having been born in a place surrounded by the Mediterranean, the sea invites you to get inside of it because of its temperature, it’s tranquility and it’s crystalline waters. That, along with having parents who love the sea. I spent much of my childhood in the sea and not on the beach, which are two different things. I love the sea. The beach is a pretext.Large part of my memories of the sea are in a little boat that we rode on around the island. Most of the time we would stop at small corners at the feet of cliffs.I was about seven years old when I first remember wearing diving goggles. And it was in one of those places where the water was more black than blue because of it’s depth. It was so overwhelming that I held on to the boat for a very long time. I would stick in my head and I would take it out again, I couldn’t handle looking at that for a very long time. I had to get used to that feeling of being in front of something that would make me feel insignificant, that would scare me, that I couldn’t stop looking at. I can still remember that feeling.