Month August 2020

Happy birthday to me, I think to myself as I open my eyes. My 65th birthday. I’m experiencing it while on the walk of a lifetime. A friend texted that she had lunch with a small group of women. They…

The German host wakes us up bright and early at La Faba. When I had checked in, he explained that in the morning he would wake us up with music at 6:00. “Oh good,” I thought, remembering my first morning…

I arrive at my hostel sweating profusely from the humidity and the grueling climb in the forested trail. It was a hard climb, but oh so beautiful. Most of it was tree-lined. There was a welcoming fountain for weary feet…

La reina (the queen) is what Lalo calls me as I soak my feet in the stream once again before going into town for breakfast. I’m staying another day. In the evening Lalo entertains me and Agatha from Paris before…

Walking is painful so I decide to stay and rest my feet another day at this hostel – my oasis in the desert. It’s a relaxed day. I sit on the grass by the Valcarce River and stretch out. I…