The North

Motion presence. A deeper connection with nature and with myself. Constant movement, yet an unexpected stillness in mind. As the days unfolded, my ability to perceive expanded: the murmur of the sea, the scent of damp earth, shifting blues of the sky, the grain of old wood, the warmth and chill of changing air. Everything spoke, gently, and I learned to listen.

The Camino taught me how to flow, how to surrender to the adventure without needing to control it. A path that bends, a cloud that opens, a silence that shelters. The place somehow walks with you.

What I share now is just a simple compilation of the moments I tried to capture along the way — a visual trace of an experience much larger than the images themselves. As always, the most meaningful and truest scenes remain stored in the retina, the breath and the heart.