Ferrol, Spain, on the North Atlantic Coast— the beginning of the Camino Inglés

Today, three years ago, I started my only Camino de Santiago to date, in an all too brief period on the way to visit our son in Venice. I pray to get back, but am sanguine as to the possibilities. Even that one Camino Ingles changed my life forever. To join an 800+ year company of peregrinos is something that makes a difference in a fundamental way. There isn’t a day that goes by without my reflecting on being a pilgrim and this current state of pilgrimage-wherever I happen to be.

To anyone reading this, I cannot urge you strongly enough to make pilgrimage. Buen Camino!