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As a certified Lean Six Sigma Master Black Belt, I bring a wealth of experience and proven tools to help businesses achieve streamlined workflows and sustainable results.
With expertise spanning both manufacturing and service industries, I can identif
Ready to optimize your business processes for greater cost-effectiveness and efficiency?
As a certified Lean Six Sigma Master Black Belt, I bring a wealth of experience and proven tools to help businesses achieve streamlined workflows and sustainable results.
With expertise spanning both manufacturing and service industries, I can identify the most practical and cost-effective solutions tailored to your unique needs. Let’s work together to unlock your full potential.
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What if you could apply the same proven principles of efficiency and improvement to your everyday life?
From goal setting to personal productivity hacks, I’ll show you how to simplify, optimize, and achieve more with less effort.
Together, we’ll build systems that support your goals—no matter how ambitious.
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Dreaming of backpacking through Europe on a shoestring budget—even with the limitations of a third-world passport? I’ve done it five times, and I can teach you how!
By applying Lean Six Sigma principles to travel planning, I’ve uncovered life hacks that make epic adventures accessible and affordable. From securing visas to finding hidden
Dreaming of backpacking through Europe on a shoestring budget—even with the limitations of a third-world passport? I’ve done it five times, and I can teach you how!
By applying Lean Six Sigma principles to travel planning, I’ve uncovered life hacks that make epic adventures accessible and affordable. From securing visas to finding hidden gems, I’ll guide you step by step.
Let’s make your dreams a reality.
LIFE UPDATE
JUST A QUICK ONE
Camino, Core Memories and Chili Mansi
I spent the last two weeks traveling across the Philippines with my friend Nestor—a guy I met years ago in Madrid over beers and broken Spanish. Back then, I was a broke MBA student in Murcia, scraping together meals and reasons to stay sane. Flights home for Christmas were priced like moon landings. Nestor, without blinking, offered up his couch in Gran Canaria. I barely knew him. Didn’t matter. He just said, “Come.”
That’s the thing about hospitality—you never forget the real kind. You carry it like a stone in your pocket, and one day, you get to put it down and return the favor.
So when he finally made it to the Philippines, I cleared the schedule. Or at least pretended to. We hopped around—city chaos, sleepy towns, slow mornings, fast tricycles. He met my dogs. Camino, my golden retriever, led the welcome party like a four-legged ambassador. The others followed suit, either curious or just hungry.
I fed him like a Filipino lola would feed a homesick grandson. Batchoy. Arroz caldo. Lomi thick enough to stand a spoon. Lechon that cracked like firewood. He devoured it all—except halo-halo and ube, which he politely described as “dessert for aliens.” Fair enough. Not everyone’s got the teeth or the stomach for sugar in technicolor.
But what floored him? Lucky Me Chili Mansi pancit canton. The instant kind. Gas station cuisine. Apocalypse-ready noodles. He packed them like contraband for his flight back to Spain.
We hit Boracay over the weekend. And yeah, it’s changed. But it still knows how to party. We danced until the night bled into morning—sweaty, loud, alive. Then came the stillness. That early Boracay hush before the tourists wake up. The beach empty, sky bruised with sunrise, sand cold under your feet. No noise, no vendors, just the soft static of waves. That’s the kind of silence that tattoos itself on you. A core memory, as the internet would say. But real.
During the day, we played tourists. At night, we logged into work. That’s remote life—half world traveler, half office ghost. Slack pings while your feet are still sandy. It’s weird. It’s wonderful.
He had complaints, sure. You don’t visit the Philippines without collecting a few. The traffic, the bureaucracy, the way everything both works and doesn’t. But he got it. The chaos is the charm. The inefficiency is the personality. This place isn’t polished—it’s alive.
He’ll be back. Not for the pancit canton. Not even for the lechon. But maybe for Camino, who took a liking to him in that effortless, dog way that makes you feel chosen. And maybe, too, for the strange, chaotic magic of this country—where the food is wild, the beaches otherworldly, and nothing ever goes as planned.
Which, frankly, is the whole point.