It’s hard to believe I’ve been home for almost two months now. Many tears shed, much reminiscing, (so many great memories) and ruminating; and asking questions that may never have answers. I’ve had enough time to get past the why’s and feeling sad, and though I still have a fair amount of recovery time and…
Short, But Profound
Day eight – August 16 It was a magical start to the day… Still dark when we woke just before 5am, there were party-goers playing music and dancing who had been up all night! Quickly repacking our backpacks – we were finally getting this routine down (!) – we left our albergue just before 6….
Estella to Los Arcos – And A Surprise Festival
Day Seven – August 15 It was dark and other pilgrims were still sleeping, so we were repacking our backpacks with just the light of our phones while trying to make as little noise as possible. Cindy went out to use the bathroom and had forgotten to take her key, so she had to wait…