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I set out for Spain when a significant phase of my life quietly came to an end. Something inside me had stopped working, something had been drained completely, and I felt that it was time to leave behind everything that had tied me to the past. I stood on the shore, my body exhausted from the daily monotony, and my gaze absorbed the endless Mediterranean. The sun danced on the waves, and the wind carried the scent of salt, pines, and distant mountains. The waves crashed against the...