El Fuste – Santiago de Compostela
The hand does not move the mast, but seeks its complicity. The fingers seek a capital of fulfilled efforts. You have to bow: It is the final will. The walker knows that only those who arrive have to lay their hands looking for the hollow of a friendly alabaster, vertical, repeated with impulses like restless souls.
His motto: You only see if you go
His virtue: Perseverance
