Walking?

There are some things that nothing but a very long walk can soothe. I had some shaking off to do, some letting go and some realigning. Following the Camino de Santiago had been my mom’s dream for the longest time, igniting within me a twin flame. So, we found ourselves a tiny Airbnb apartment in the old city of Porto where we planned routes and began making last-minute lists and repacking our bulky bags in preparation.

Walking through a seaside village on the Camino Portugues Coastal Route

About to cross over from Portugal to Spain on a bridge over the Minho River

The famous yellow arrow and scallop shell waymarking of all the Caminos

A friendly Portuguese farmer offered us some of his freshly-harvested grapes