It’s not true. The journey never ends. Only travelers end. And they may be continued in memory, in memories, in the narrative. When the traveler is sitting on beach sand and said: “There is more to see,” he knew that was not true. The end of a trip is just the beginning of another. You have to see what has not been seen, see again what we have already seen, to see in Spring what was seen in the Summer, to see the day that you saw at night, with the sun, where the first time it rained, see the green harvest, the ripe fruit, the stone that has changed places, the shadow that was not there. We must go back steps already done, to repeat, and draw new paths. We have to re-start the journey. Always.