They say home is where the heart is. That place where we belong, whether it is physically, or mentally. Truth is, despite the path we have taken throughout the years, a part of us remains rooted in that place we called home.
Childhood memories still float in our minds just like seaweed does in the sea. Our hearts have been eternally anchored in the depths of the Caribbean Sea in Venezuela - a white and blue paradise of crystal clear waters that watched us countless times sinking our feet in its white soft sands.
Therefore, evidently, our first destination couldn’t be other than Venezuela, our home regardless of the miles in between. For instance, distance means nothing when the plane of remembrance can take us to those moments of joy that won’t fade away.
This is a tribute to the always optimistic land that welcomed us to this world. Where every day is a summer day.