(Note: In honor of St. Patrick’s Day, here’s a short interview with Michael Duff, one of my favorite Irishmen on Camino.)
It was a cool and breezy morning still some 10 kilometers to the day’s destination in Santo Domingo, a landscape of open countryside, rolling hills, vineyards and young fields of grain as far as the eye could see.
Taking a seat on a patch of green grass I’d decided to rest me legs for a wee bit before the final trek into town. Your friend Joe already passed by with a kind word and a smile but he clearly had more walking on his mind.
You paused for a drink and we shared our stories. Before we knew it we were speaking as old friends. No, there are no rigid boundaries on the camino. We are all one family.
Thank you for one of the most refreshing conversations on the Way.
May neighbours respect you, trouble neglect you, the angels protect you, and Heaven accept you!