You know it’s bad when the medico tells you not to walk for a few days.
Basile joins me from France in Bilboa. We bypass the industry outside of the city and begin walking the Camino together in Portugalete.
I wasn’t supposed to walk, but the spiritual part of the Camino was missing and I believed the answer would be found at the monastery.
We see the return of hero, Guiseppe, on one of the most difficult and body-breaking days of the Camino.
When things (and humans) align in unexpected ways.
Today I learned everyone could use a Guiseppe in their life.
The only time it is ever okay to let a stranger pop your blisters.
Crossing over from France to Spain.