Do not walk around the albergue in your underwear.
Rolf, an inquisitive young Swiss carpenter. Katrina, a German girl who booked it past Roncesvalles on her first day! Two Spanish retirees. One climbing the Pyrenees, one that led us into Burgos. James, a lovely, funny, tall young Englishman with whom I chatted about beech forests and Hemingway. Diego, a young restless Italian architect with […]
It is little things like these that make the Camino a journey of self re-discovery, of renewal, it gives you time to forgive, to let go, to forget.