Andalusia, the southernmost part of Spain, is an amazing place, not only because of its colorful festivals but also because of the spirit of the people who live there.
In Andalusia they celebrate life in a way I haven't encountered anywhere else in Europe. I lived part-time in Jerez de la Frontera for two consecutive years and, whenever I needed something, I just had to ask the first person I met. That person would take serious personal pride in making sure that I got the help I needed, without expecting anything in return, and they were always so amazingly dignified.
At the time I was still working as a professional photographer. The Domecq family, who lived in Jerez de la Frontera as well, had a beautiful Spanish horse I really admired. When I told them, things got going immediately: the next day I was invited to their finca, which they had turned into a virtual filmset.
Two amazing horses were nervously waiting together with two trainers who were dressed in the costumes of the Escuela Ecuestre, known in English as the Royal Andalusian School of Art.
It was a true gift. Experiencing the power of giving on a daily basis in Andalusia changed me as a photographer and more importantly as a person. That's the power and the beauty of travelling.