A town of hopes and dreams
The town is very hilly and the streets too narrow for cars to pass. My first visit today will be to the church and to the pilgrim’s office where I will get maps, advice and the first stamp in my long fold-out passport. I hope to fill it and that the last stamp will be that of the cathedral of Santiago, a hope to accomplish a dream. This is a common dream in this little ancient town. There are other dreams and hopes -of liberation from sorrow, of thanks for health restored, of wonder at the beauty of the world. The little town is steeped in dreams and hopes. Today is my day to discover them.
Hang in dear lady! One step at a time!
Love your descriptions;- makes me feel as if I’m with you
This is a great post, mon amie. I am enjoying reading your blog, and being a part of your journey.