"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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A deer hangs from a tree, its hind legs splayed upwards, its head hanging downwards. Its body without fur. The old man with a knife, pulling off the fur. Nearby a cat and a dog. His wife is hanging up the washing. He disappears, emerges with a saw. A short time later, the head of...

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At the parking lot, as I'm putting on my hiking boots, a man speaks to me. I only understand the word randonnée, smile and nod. And then I say oui before getting back into my shoes. It's a small parking lot opposite the local church, the Église Notre Dame de la Nativité. From this parking...

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We don't have to go far, just 5 kilometers from our accommodation are the megaliths of Saint-Just. Despite the overcast and gray sky, it's a wonderful walk. Especially when we come to a rocky gorge over which we can see the river winding its way between the now bare trees. It looks as if it's...

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The days are short. The sun rises at 9 am and sets at around 5:30 pm. It gets light at 8:30 am. I pack a lot into this short period between sunrise and sunset. Sometimes so much that it overwhelms me. And sometimes so many great things that I'm almost thrilled. I have to actively...

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A wide, flat field stretches out in front of the large window. On the horizon is a wooded area, the trees difficult to make out. The sun rises above it. A red ball that flickers and rises confidently behind the forest. What a sublime and beautiful sight. Later, I spot a deer that first crosses...

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Leaving means letting go. But letting go doesn't happen immediately and especially not when you leave something you've grown fond of. Moving on doesn't mean leaving it behind. Every parting happens in waves and they - if you're blessed by luck and experiences in your childhood - become smaller and smaller. Until at some point...

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I want to discover so much, see so much, experience so much and take so much with me, but I have no choice except to surrender to the forces of the world. Wind and rain, sometimes light and then stormy. And that for days. Days that pass by. Days on which I can do nothing...

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There's something liberating about movement in nature. Not just the movement itself, but the environment and the experience. There's also something calming in the roaring sound of the sea as wave after wave crashes against the barren rocks of the coast. Or the wind that sweeps relentlessly over the island with an impressive force. To...

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The fourth day in a row. We had planned to go to Rennes, but the night was horrible. I got caught up in confused dreams and woke up from them countless times. Just as well it didn't end in panic. Later in the day, the fear reached a new level. It grew into a tension...

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