Roads go ever ever on,

Over rock and under tree,

By caves where never sun has shone,

By streams that never find the sea ;

Over snow by winter sown,

And through the merry flowers of June,

Over grass and over stone,

And under mountains in the moon.

Roads go ever ever on

Under cloud and under star,

Yet feet that wandering have gone

Turn at last to home afar.

Eyes that fire and sword have seen

And horror in the halls of stone

Look at last on meadows green

And trees and hills they long have known.

JRR Tolkien, The Hobbit

Buen Camino!