Because whether it’s life or crypto, every cycle has a moment to reset. And when that time comes — you go all in, with heart.

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I’m leaving Tenerife.

After seven years.

Seven years that didn’t just pass — they stayed.

They stayed in the sunsets at Chipeque,

in the toasts at Chiringuito Pirata,

in the laughter, the long talks, the sea salt,

in the peace of La Laguna,

in the warmth of the troop.

I lived far from home,

but closer than ever to people who are no longer just teammates.

They’re family.

And distance teaches you this:

When you can’t return to your people… you build new ones.

And I was lucky.

I found loyalty, commitment, friendship.

In Fuerteventura and Las Palmas, I learned that a uniform isn’t worn with pride alone —

It’s worn with heart.

Because construction months are long,

but when you’re surrounded by your people, they turn into life.

I was a sergeant.

But I was much more.

A student. A friend. A happy man.

These islands taught me how to be all that.

Now it’s time to return.

To Salamanca.

To my hometown.

Not as someone who’s leaving,

but as someone who’s coming home — whole.

With every experience packed in my backpack,

and arms wide open for what’s next.

I leave behind volcanoes, waves, and impossible skies,

but I carry what matters most:

The people who taught me that home isn’t always a place.

Sometimes, it’s a knowing look,

a hand on your shoulder,

a laugh shared at the end of the day.

Thank you, Canarias.

We’ll meet again.

And now…

it’s time to start again.