It was 2008. And I was in Jerez.
Ten years had passed since that first trip to Spain.
Finally, I had made it back.
It was Ricardo who told me I needed to study with him.
And without pause.
I needed to study with Manuel Liñan.
Naturally, I was scared out of my mind. As was Lillie.
But we weren't supposed to be scared.
Not this time.