We first met more than twenty years ago when Ferran came to Kingston for a day to discuss problems that I had worked on. Godfried Toussaint had arranged this meeting and it was with a bit of trepidation that I agreed to make time to meet a total stranger. Needless to say the time we spent together was sublime. Nobody could make discussing mathematics more pleasurable than Ferran. But there was far more to Ferran than mathematics. At dinner that night Ferran charmed my wife Tracy, a visual artist, with his depth of knowledge of art.
Many years later when I finally made it to Barcelona for a Sabbatical stay Ferran was the ideal host. He organized a fabulous apartment, a fantastic school for our daughter, Bree, and took care of every mundane detail meticulously, including coffee in the cupboard and milk in the fridge for our first morning in Barcelona.
Once I drove with Ferran to Zaragoza from Barcelona. I remember listening to music on that trip. Ferran must have carefully selected the cds that we would listen to. Of course we listened to Flamenco. But in addition to that Ferran turned me on to what has become one of my favourite jazz guitar players. Ferran had a knack of doing exactly what was right.
He was an exceptional human being, always human, always genuine, always real. We miss him very much.