This morning is all about the upcoming hike at lunchtime. The weather should remain stable, no rain, up to 15°C. I'm delighted and am carried along by this joy throughout the morning. Then a fine drizzle, we postpone the start by an hour. It's so fine, it could be fog. And as quickly as it...

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What does freedom mean? This is a question I'm asking myself a lot these days. And I have an answer. Even if it's not a complete answer, it's one I can strongly relate to. - Freedom is to be able to decide how I want to spend my time. - Freedom is to be where...

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"We don't know how much time we have. These are the moments when I feel most that I'm alive." Her What's good about our current location is the distances. We can get to most things in less than half an hour, like the island of Île Grande, which is basically right on our doorstep. We're...

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The small peninsula Île Renote in Trégastel is less than 4 kilometers from our accommodation. The parking lot between Trégastel and Île Renote is our starting point. We walk just two kilometers through a landscape lined with pink stones and rocks, some of which look as if they've been arranged by a great artist. This...

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Cool morning, fresh air. Seagulls greet us with their song as they glide over the roofs around us. Some are flying above the ground, I can see them eye to eye. After a while they gather on a roof and chat loudly. I remember the one that landed on the top of the roof when...

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I don't even know where the time has gone. I feel like the old people who used to complain that time just flies by. Where are they now? All of them are gone. Now I'm such an old man it seems.

The stove has heated the room to a pleasantly warm temperature. It's been drizzling all day, which doesn't bother me in here. I'm tired, which prompts me to take a break, where I sit on the bench and drink ginger tea, looking out of the window and listening to a bird singing. Life can be...

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The day torn into pieces. But the individual pieces do not form a whole. They remain many colorful shards, scattered everywhere, without coherence. At least the sun is shining and the air is warm. And I'm at peace.

I'm just as much a stranger here as anywhere else. But here is the sea. I can emphasize it again and again, the sea heals. An hour's drive and we're in Camaret-sur-Mer. We park at the harbor, from where we set off on a circular walk along the coast. I'm not quite there from the...

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"We are travelers who go through trials in foreign lands, grow through them and thus find ourselves." - unknown The sea heals. But it starts at the foot of the mountain. Well, you can't call the Ménez-Hom a mountain. Not me. And probably not many others, especially those who have climbed real mountains. But once...

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