Where my family is from.
Where my roots are.
Where I found my passion for photography.
Where I gain inspiration for life.
Where I feel most at home.
I go to Spain once a year to go visit my beautiful family. My grandmother, or Mami as I call her, is one of the most giving, sweet, gentle people I know. Every time I spend time with her, I get inspired by her kindness. I love hearing stories of how she met my grandfather and memories with her father. She always loves to pull out all of her albums…what an elegant women she was and still is. I loved spending these moments with her as she will not be able to come to my wedding in October. These are the memories that I will always cherish.
After spending a week in Madrid, my parents and I went to the South of Spain in a city called Marbella. Best part about this city? There is a gorgeous blue sky every single day! After spending endless days with rain in Atlanta, I appreciate the warm sun so much more.
This specific pueblo is called Casares. This little white town was where I discovered my passion for photography.
One of my favorite parts about going to these beautiful white towns is connecting with the older people. They all gather in the "plazas" and talk for hours after hours…
The summers in these towns are filled with parties…this is before everyone arrived. They don't start until about 10pm. Oh, did I forget to mention that people do not go to bed before 3am? I don't think there was one day that we went to bed before then.