I'm sitting on one of the volcanic rocks which number begins where the infinity ends and I'm looking this, too-good-to-be-true, turquoise shade that's disappearing in the Atlantic ocean. The calendar says winter, the temperature says summer. I'm still in my country, Spain, but much closer to Morocco and Sahara Desert. The wind is blowing in hundreds of different directions, there's just me, just us and the world. Freedom, wilderness, views and feelings that are making me so calm, like the most rewarding night sleep, yet my heart is jumping faster and faster. I don't know what's faster, my heartbeat or the wind, I just know that Picasso was right when he said - "Everything you can imagine is real". That's how it made me feel.
Welcome to the island which name means "strong fortune", "strong winds" and "great adventure". Welcome to the place where reality becomes something else, where you become someone else...
Welcome to Fuerteventura!