This poem was written in January 2020, eight months after the Camino, but details one of the most defining moments.
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.
On her first day on the Camino del Norte, Hayli discovers the magic in the few interactions she’s had.