The island of Fuerteventura is my spiritual home. There, for the first time, I was truly alone in nature, observing it and learning from it during my gelogical excursions.

There was no one to talk to, only the hot sun scorching the basalt rocks. The mountains were not decorated with vegetation, revealing their truest skin and texture. Here, one can talk to the rocks and dialogue with the waves. Accordingly, the rocks and the sea respond in their own unique way, telling you stories from millions of years ago.

I fell asleep lying on a set of dykes, and in my dreams I would always come back again and again to this small island bordering the Sahara, with granite, ultramafic rock under my feet, and once again, with no place to hide from the once-in-a-century rainstorms.