Lole was grown in an asturian village where, with weather’s allowance, could stare to the stars in the sky by bedtime and listen to the birds just before she woke up.
Quickly she learnt such important stuff for a kid as healing the itch from nettles with snail or getting crickets out the lair with a Straw or, even better, peeing on it!
She built her first hut with some sticks and an old grandma’s rug. With every chance, she ran away trekking nearby trails, and started to distinguish fox from board’s footprint, as she kept watch on those sneaky squirrels.
A wilder was on the make.