I remember going to see show jumping competitions with my parents when I was little in my hometown, Vigo, I remember the fascination I felt when seeing the horses move and jump, but it was not until August 1997 that my uncle Joaquín took me riding for the first time. I remember perfectly the first sensations and how I immediately fell in love with the horses. I wanted to know everything about them: I wanted to clean them, shower them, ride them… When I returned home, I waited impatiently at the door for my parents. When they arrived, the explosion of excitement and details I had experienced came and never stopped. I remember how they looked at me skeptically, since, without a doubt, the world of horses was very far from our reality. But I was very persistent and knew that something had awakened inside of me.