When I put on my backpack in Pamplona on my first day walking the Camino de Santiago, I worried that it was too heavy for me to carry across Spain. I worried about undressing in front of strangers in coed dorms and bathrooms. I worried about trying to keep up with much younger trekkers. It turned out I had no idea I was carrying things far heavier.
Our tiny home
It was our first albergue (hostel) after our baptism on Spain’s Camino de Santiago. As I lay in my sleeping bag in a packed roomful of bunks and fellow pilgrims, the light switched off. I sought sleep, but was transported back in time to a tiny dinette bed in the 16-foot trailer my younger brother Joe and I called home. This is one of Sue’s illustrations that grace the pages of Camino Sunrise: Walking With My Shadows.
Books and my backpack 