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I decided to walk the whole 60 to Muxia today. A great Brit, with whom I had a beer on top of Hospital, the place where the road between Muxia and Finisterre splits, and where in good days one can see the ocean for the first time, aside, I’ve walked alone. I am back at the start of this adventure, feeling solitary and happy instead of alone.

It’s warm but not hot. Birds sing, and I am walking with a gentle wind in my back. It’s downhill from here, 25 more kilometers, and despite every step bringing me closer to the end of this fantastic adventure, I am glad to see the ocean tonight.

140 years ago today Herman Hesse was born.

One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time – Herman Hesse.

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