The Call of the Sea

Walking down a shaded forest track I could hear the Atlantic Ocean gently lapping against the Spanish coast. It was a beautiful sound.

There is a certain symmetry to this as we began our Camino odyssey by flying from the Irish sea coast to Biarritz on the French side of the Atlantic. Now here in the Spanish resort town of Muxia, the Atlantic Ocean calls out our names as we have one leg left to this pilgrimage.

Tomorrow we walk along the Coast of Death to the End of the World. Cliffhanger or what!Baca lagi