I woke up early just as the sun was rising. I quickly got ready, and as I was leaving, I noticed others were already up and eating breakfast. The morning was cool and blue, and as the sun started to peek over the horizon, it cast its golden rays across the surrounding trees and flowers….
In the morning, I packed up and walked down the sloping street to the bridge that would take me to Barcelos on the other side of the river. Another beautiful morning greeted me, with thin, wispy clouds high in the sky. The yellow Camino arrows faithfully guided me along the narrow streets past many shops…
I woke up, but not as early as I was hoping. I packed my bag, quietly snuck into the kitchen to wolf down two bananas for breakfast (the host insisted I take whatever fruit I wanted) and left the apartment. I was back on the road, walking along the Ave River where I could see…
I don’t exactly remember what inspired me to walk the Camino. I’m not religious and it seemed to be a pointlessly strenuous activity. To what end? I don’t know. I heard about it from an acquaintance who walked the Camino Frances, and I may have encountered a YouTube video about it as well. I knew…