From the Bay of Biscay to the Coast of Death and that Finisterre, where the ancient civilizations placed the end of the world and the place where each sunset the sun faded into the world of the Hereafter, where the souls of the ancestors also lived, the roads have the beauty of the rough sea as a framework for deep sensations.

At the edge of its ports, its beaches or the vertiginous cliffs that the eternal swing of the waves have been molding with the expertise of the infinite, a supernatural world opens like the petals of a flower to the traveler's eyes.

Today, as yesterday and as always, the North of Spain continues to be an oasis of sensations, which make notable differences with the rest.

That is why its paths, which receive daily the blessing of saltpeter and the breath of the Wind Rose, are paths full of mystery, where freedom is enjoyed as a birthright, making way for beauty to the center of the heart.

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