I’m not in control. Nope. The Camino is in charge, leading me step by step, moment by moment. I don’t know what’s ahead. I just follow the yellow arrows marking the way, up and down, over and under, on smooth ground, hard ground, over loose rock and endless dirt surfaces with no end in sight. I just keep walking. This path has a destination, but I don’t know what it is. I’m developing a vague concept that these physical hardships are connected to something in my soul, in my spirit. Something that can only be accessed when I’m at the end of my physical strength. I don’t quite understand, but I suppose – I hope – it will unfold as I continue.