Before I was living in London for two years and after working long hours, making good money but having no energy to enjoy daily life for being so exhausted all the time I decided to move and pursue a long lost dream to live in Ibiza, a magical island bathed with sun away from the grey days of my dear London. I moved to the white island in 2018 and had a blast, It was much more that what I was expecting. Ok the long hours working as a Chef were still there, but the views from the kitchen were now of a sapphire blue sea, the salary was great and the tips, insanely high. I was living the dream. After the end of the season, I had a decision to make, to go back to the winter in London or stay in Ibiza with no plans or promises at all. I just had the money of the season and didn’t know how long it would last. Winter in Ibiza can be harsh, the energy of the island totally flips, what once was vibrant and full of people and energy, now feel dormant and scarce. But the island played it part and with all its mystery and magic supported me through the winter, I had no job, no income, but. I got everything I needed to go through the winter, I got a beautiful house in the sea frontline, I was able to buy a car that I loved driving, I was enjoying and discovering the island and its myths and legends and getting acquainted with its guardian Goddess Tanit. I had food and friends on my table. There an then I felt in my body that the abundance of my life was composed of all not only the money, but it was also a liberation and the first lesson I downloaded on the island. Crisis My crisis came the day I asked myself: When do I feel the most myself? What am I thinking, saying, doing, when I feel that I am expressing my essence? This question came in the year 2020, when we were in the lockdown, and after a breakdown coming back from the supermarket. After an encounter with a friend and this working lady clapping and saying, “Don’t stop, keep buying”, so we would not approach each other to hug and say hello, and we just didn’t because of what she did. That made me feel like I was in the 1984 George’s novel.