My El Camino de Santiago
Not ships in the night, but chords in my heart.
The Englishman with sardonic humor;
The Italian with the lyrical laugh;
The passionate, fiery Canadian.
Each rise challenges a revelation.
Each descent restores the motivation.
Each little step moves my life forward.
Each stumble makes me a stronger pilgrim.
Mi tostada y cafe con leche.
“Nuestro Padre” - quiet creek, quiet woods;
It’s the alteration of daily life
That matters more than the changes.
I am ready to go with the current
which directs me on my Spanish journey .
From Alice to Ocean ( Alone Across the Outback )
"I learnt to conserve energy by allowing at least part of myself to believe I could cope with any emergency. And I realized that this trip was not a game. There is nothing so real as having to think about survival. It strips you of airy-fairy notions. Believing in omens and fate is all right as long as you know exactly what you are doing. I was becoming very careful and I was coming right back down to earth, where the desert was larger than I could comprehend. "
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