Everyone in the bunkhouse was up and out before 6:00 a.m. It’s a funny feeling to be the only one left, but I am. Once on the trail, I enjoy the silence and the coolness of the morning. The sun…

By the time I finish today’s walk my legs and hips are really feeling it. Twelve miles is a long ways for me to walk in one day. I’m in pain. It’s hard to believe I can walk this many…

Happy birthday to me, I think to myself as I open my eyes. My 65th birthday. I’m experiencing it while on the walk of a lifetime. A friend texted that she had lunch with a small group of women. They…

The German host wakes us up bright and early at La Faba. When I had checked in, he explained that in the morning he would wake us up with music at 6:00. “Oh good,” I thought, remembering my first morning…

I arrive at my hostel sweating profusely from the humidity and the grueling climb in the forested trail. It was a hard climb, but oh so beautiful. Most of it was tree-lined. There was a welcoming fountain for weary feet…

La reina (the queen) is what Lalo calls me as I soak my feet in the stream once again before going into town for breakfast. I’m staying another day. In the evening Lalo entertains me and Agatha from Paris before…