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.
I often told my college students, “If you want to feel life, get out of your comfort zone. It is scary, but the rewards are worth every nervous moment.”
During one of my last classes before leaving the working world, Miguel handed me his exam and said, “Now it’s your turn, Spittle. Go for it!”
A year and a half after I began writing, I sat at my desk with a stack of drafts. Soon I would hit the “publish” button and my world would change forever. Scary? You bet. Worth it? No doubt.
Thank you, Miguel.
Books and my backpack 