Back home

Exactly one month and one hour later, I was dropped off again at the same gas station where I was picked up. I arrived home at 8 o'clock in the morning. My family baked and decorated.

I don't regret a single day of my journey. I also don't regret travelling with Fiona, even though the journey was more difficult because of her. Thanks to my dog, I had many situations that taught me a lot. And the path of least resistance is not always the right one to gain valuable experiences.

Thank you to everyone who was interested in my journey.

Buen Camino!