Every step counts. I often say that to myself as we make our way up the mountain. Every step counts. And so I pay attention to every single step and walk very consciously up the windy and steep path. It's a meditation where I have to bring my attention back to the moment whenever it...

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The peak we're climbing today - the Pic de l'Escalette - is about as far from the Atlantic as it is from the Mediterranean. At an altitude of 1856m, it's not particularly high compared to the really big ones. But what the heck. It was high enough for us and well worth the trip. True...

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It takes time. Everything needs time. I know it and yet I don't give myself that time. I judge far too quickly and therefore far too harshly. We haven't even been here a whole week and I'm paying attention to the things I don't like. The dilapidated buildings outside our windows. The rotten, unpleasant-smelling wood,...

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We're on the descent, about halfway down. The mountains stretch out before our eyes, lined up on the horizon. Above them, a deep blue sky. The sight takes my breath away. Behind us, a trail runner appears out of nowhere. I immediately think of Kílian Jornet Burgada. These are his mountains. He comes from somewhere...

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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.