The horizon always connects me with myself through that line that separates the sky from the sea and that is impossible to reach. I remember the first time that, as a child, I became aware that no matter how much we sailed towards that line, we would not be able to defeat the distance that separated us from it.

Behind the Design 

I returned to San Sebatian in search of those childhood summers, in search of myself and wanting to know my past better. I walked around the port where I had spent so many summer afternoons while my grandfather Manuel would finish checking the moorings, taking a look at the state of the bollards, and clearing the gangway to the boats.