fisterra

After a very restful night, I woke up and got ready for the walk. When I took off my sleeping socks, I was shocked. I'd never seen my ankle so swollen. After an emotional breakdown and some conversation, I admitted to myself that I would take the bus to Fisterra.

During the ride, many memories of the walk came flooding back. My journey to Fisterra was different than I expected, but beautiful. I am really proud of my self, that I took this way and listened to my body, which told me to not go on by walking.

My arrival in Fisterra was magical, I went straight to the hostel, where I received a warm welcome and saw familiar faces.

I spent a few days in Fisterra, enjoying beautiful sunsets and at the same time feeling that my journey continue.

With mixed feelings about whether this is going to be the right path, I went to the beach this morning to collect shells for my bracelets. There I found a shell, which told me, that I am on the right way.Læs mere