While on a road trip to Asturias, I went canoeing and found some beautiful stones in the river. I thought, “What if I wrote on them?” and it turned out great. 

I even tried selling them on the street for 5 euros, and people bought them. I got a few custom orders, and it made me happy seeing people enjoy them.

When I was about to leave Madrid, I couldn’t take all the stones with me since they were heavy. So, I decided to leave them around the city.

Madrid is where my crazy adventure began—where I sold my art on the street for the first time, my favorite café with croissants and cappuccinos, and the ice cream shop I didn’t like at first but grew to love. So many memories.

I wrote my Instagram account on the back of the stones, and later, two people messaged me saying, "Is this your stone? I found it!"—one three months after I left Madrid, and another a whole year later.

When I asked where they found them, it wasn’t where I left them. Someone must have picked them up, moved them, and then someone else found them. Just like me, the stones were traveling and meeting new people, and that made me happy.