My uncles and grandparents already had beehives for their own consumption.
I remember the first time I went with my uncle to get honey: I didn't know it then but that was the beginning of SOMPER ... I was 17 years old, it was the spring of 1995 and my uncle gave the opportunity of going with him to extract honey. He had six hives. We didn't have a suit. I was equipped with sky clothes for fear of bites. Fortunately my uncle lent me a mask made of wire that protected me from the bee stings. We didn't wear gloves and feeling the legs of those incredible insects on my hands made me fall in love with them.
From that moment I started to have and experiment with my own hives. I spent a few years learning with my own hives ...