sea tears

After traversing 580 miles of Spain, many joyful tears were shed at the first sight of sea…

…and then, there at the end of the world, the funniest thing happened…

…the winds of change picked up — and they whispered into my ear, “Fatima.”

And without a second thought, I turned South (instead of North). And now I find myself in hot pursuit of the backwards BLUE arrows that will guide me to Fatima, Portugal…

Where the legend still lives…

… and the mystery awaits my advance.

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