the camino went by like a dream in the early morning, the kind that’s so intense that when you wake up it leaves you wondering wherther it’s been real or not.

when you start walking soon you loose track of time, the names of weekdays stop making sense after a couple of days except for sunday, when every shop is closed and there’s no way to find food unless it was already packed in your backpack on saturday.

a month becomes a continuum of morning walks, afternoon naps, crappy dinners and sleepless nights cussing snorers. it doesn’t sound like much at first sight, but soon it becomes the most wonderful dream when you start weaving it alongisde your walking companions. then, the close connections you knit with strangers turn their snores into something actually not so bad when compared to all the beauty you get for it.

welcome to 4 weeks worth of sunrises, landscapes and strange visions.

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