I couldn’t fool these curious Spanish kids at this iconic rest stop on the Camino de Santiago. I turned on the spigot and red liquid filled my bottle. “Red water!” I told them. “It’s wine!” said the boy. My wife Sue captured the memory in ink and watercolor.
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.