My father and I are embarking on a thousand-year-old journey from Roncesvalles (North-Eastern Spain) to Santiago (North-Western Spain). This journey is called The Camino de Santiago, or The Way of St. James. Thousands of pilgrims walk it every year, for many different reasons. My father is a devout Catholic, while I am more of an agnostic, hoping to rediscover my spiritual self. This is our story of what happens along the way.
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Oh my gosh Hailey!! That lovely photogenic rolling hill seems to be smirking innocently at you while you suffer.... jejeje. so, you must tell yourself " Quien dijo miedo!" which means roughly ' who says I am afraid!'... ONE DAY AT A TIME! and thank you for the lovely pictures... this is how you pass on the travelling bug :D (keep your bed bugs to yourself). XOXO
ReplyDeleteGo, Bruce ! Go, Hailey !
ReplyDeleteYou're in my thoughts and prayers.
Ron Pickersgill
Thanks for your encouraging words and prayers Ron
DeleteThat sounds hard! Try stretching your calf muscles if you haven't already and maybe Dad could massage them a bit
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