SRE Offsite 2026
I’m writing this on the train back home, after a few days in Valencia with the SRE team. The trip from Lugo is long, too long maybe, but it was worth it.
I’m writing this on the train back home, after a few days in Valencia with the SRE team. The trip from Lugo is long, too long maybe, but it was worth it.
First time at FOSDEM. After all these years reading about it, following the hashtag on social media… I finally got to experience it firsthand. And no, I wasn’t prepared for what I was about to find.
I’ve recently started a new professional adventure that’s both exciting and overwhelming: I’ve “become” a Site Reliability Engineer. It’s definitely a change from what I’ve been doing, and honestly, it feels like stepping into an appasionate world.
For the last few years, freelancing has been one of the most beautiful chapters of my life. It gave me freedom, curiosity, and a strange sense of ownership over every hour of my day. I worked from cafés, trains, campings… the whole «digital nomad» aesthetic, but with real deadlines and real invoices attached. It was beautiful.
I haven’t officially left Mastodon, but it doesn’t feel the same anymore. Some people I really enjoyed following and chatting with, have moved on (one of them was actually one of the main reasons I checked it every day). It’s not part of my daily routine anymore, and that’s okay.
Ever since I sold my road bike, that itch to get back on two wheels has always been there in the background, but impossible to ignore. Every time I saw a motorbike pass by, part of me wanted to feel that connection again: the balance, the throttle and the freedom.
The bikes, left scattered on the grass. The sunset glowing between the houses, as the kids squeeze the very last hours out of their summer rides. It’s been an incredible summer, specially for them. Friends, trips, endless games, and experiences that will now have to wait a whole year to come back again.
Spent almost the whole summer away from the keyboard. Thought it would recharge me, but it didn’t. The few times I had to log in it felt wrong: anxiety, palpitations, zero joy.
My iPhone 12 mini has been my faithful companion for more than six years, but starting this summer its battery finally gave up. I even tried to replace it myself, only to end up with a broken screen and a cheap replacement that works far worse than the original. Also the new battery sucks.
It’s been nearly impossible to work in the office lately. The heatwave hitting Spain has made my usual setup (comfy chair, dual monitors, perfect lighting) feel more like a sauna than a workspace.