Day 32: Cruz de Ferro → Molinaseca (17.19 km) As I walked away from the iron cross I felt lighter. I was able to let myself enjoy my surroundings again.The young rays of sunlight revealed mountains covered in beautiful yellow, purple, and white flowers with little butterflies flitting around them. For the first time in…
Day 28: León → Villar de Mazarife (20.95 km) I started walking in the early light, when the only people out are the pilgrims and the street sweepers. I felt strong in my new shoes. The shells and arrows leading out of the city weren’t always obvious and sometimes I didn’t see the next one…
Once, in a strange time in my life, on the way home from one of my many misadventures, I had a close encounter in Roswell, New Mexico. I was driving from Texas to California, towing my little teardrop camper behind an absolutely enormous diesel pickup truck I had rented. The truck was so absurdly large…
Victoria Castillo 