As of June 2011 I have my workshop in the little village of Mogan, a town of not 200 people tucked away in the mountains, about 7 kilometers of a windy road from busy Puerto de Mogan, the yating harbour where I have twice per week a stall on the market.
It seems the older I get, the more I am turning into a part-time hermit.
I enjoy the old house I am
currently living in, the churchbells from San Antonio de Padua waking me up each
morning (this includes Sundays!) and giving my day a structure.
My studio is in a wodden shed here on the property, equipped with two exhaust turbines, a Fortiflex hanging Motor, various handheld motors, countless burrs and about half a ton of sandpaper.