Today is May 14th 2014 and I remember like it was yesterday the first time I arrived at Ibiza’s airport and went out into the street.
A strange feeling ran through my body. This happened 10 years ago, at that time and with my 25 years, I only about eating the world, I was just beginning my first steps as a writer and although I had shown signs since I was 10, I had not yet become a renown writer .
The breeze flowed in my face, the smell of the sea and a sense of freedom invaded my soul, I was in the magical island, the island of dreams, I was in Ibiza and a thousand possibilities opened my way.
I traveled light of luggage and I had read a little about the history of the island, although I did not know much about it… its traditions, its culture, its architecture, the hippie movement, their way of having fun, their clothes, the nature or its people attracted me a lot and made me so curious that I had decided to experience it in person.