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.
Crossing over from France to Spain.
A short journal excerpt written while visiting the Plaza de España in Seville, Spain.