I had to brave wolves, bitter weather and mountain passes during my epic journey, but it was transformativeBefore riding a horse across the Ligurian Alps in north-west Italy, I had never heard the phrase “in bocca al lupo” (into the wolf’s mouth). An idiom of good luck, in the same vein as saying “break a leg” to a performer, the words passed the lips of almost every stranger I met. As we travelled through these little-known mountains, the message began to take on a whole other meaning: a call to embrace the unknown, wolves and all.I was on an ambitious journey – from Siena in Tuscany roughly 2,000 miles to the north-west tip of Spain at Finisterre, which literally means “the end of the earth”. I thought that a perfect place to finish. The idea came while working in London as a stable boy and (out of work) actor. Restless and desperate for a sense of purpose, I came across a copy of Don Quixote, Miguel de Cervantes’s 17th-century picaresque adventure. It lit my imagination and a que...
Louis D Hall rode horseback 2,000 miles from Siena, Italy, to Finisterre, Spain, encountering wolves, harsh weather, and mountains along the way.
