Toxic ramps and stone cathedrals

Actually, just a little leg stretch, a little rolling through Galicia, the green end of Spain, where the Atlantic constantly sends clouds past and everything grows in abundance.

But this region knows no mercy: Between lush green hills, poisonous ramps repeatedly emerge, forcing you to pedal harder than your tired legs can bear. Not a wellness program, more like a little discipline.

But then reconciliation: a narrow valley, a babbling brook beside the road, a descent that seems to be planning no harm. Green, soft, friendly – with the feeling that rain is just around the corner again. And at the end: the beach of cathedrals. Where the Atlantic has carved the rocks into Gothic arches, more honest and powerful than any church. Legs heavy, head light, sea roaring – Amen.