Sometimes, things seem to take ages. And then again, there’s the saying that every journey of a 1000 miles starts with a single step. When I set off on the Way of St. James, the ocean wasn’t even visible. I was somewhere in the Pyrenees. And yet, finally, I had reached Fisterra. On my very own pace…So keep on going, never lose your faith that the ocean’s somewhere ahead. Keep on going! 🙂
