“What? One more hill? I hadn’t realize that,” I say in dismay when a young man tells me there’s one more hill in these last six miles. We laugh and keep moving. We have to ascend Monte de Gozo (Mountain…

I walk behind this couple for a ways and admire the obvious love they share. The tender way they hold hands. I invade their intimacy by snapping a picture. I can’t resist. Then I quicken my gait to catch up…

I pass by a display of flowers planted in hiking boots! It’s perfect. And I think of how well my boots have taken care of my feet — Blessed and Lovely. Those are the names I gave my feet before…

Rain? Why yes, it continues to rain on me off and on. Actually, it’s raining on everyone, not just me! By noon the sun has come out, leaving drops of rain on plants and flowers to glisten. I walk even…

Along the way there are now markers stating how many kilometers are left to reach Santiago. Every time I pass one I feel a pang of sadness. I don’t want it to end! I feel as though I’ve gotten to…

Everyone in the bunkhouse was up and out before 6:00 a.m. It’s a funny feeling to be the only one left, but I am. Once on the trail, I enjoy the silence and the coolness of the morning. The sun…