Turkey left me speechless. I would stare at the horizon watching the sun go to bed while feeling the breeze on my face, drinking a little cup of Turkish tea, listening to the sound of the waters, the fishermen, street sellers and watching from the border of the bridge the birds flying around searching for food. Read More

Antonio Vivaldi was the name of my teacher Jorge Vascones’ chamber orchestra. During my teenage years he taught me not only how to play the violin but how to appreciate it for what it does. Today, I couldn’t felt any other way but nostalgic sitting on my bed next to my stringless violin. Read More