– The crisp morning air when I start walking before the sun is up.
– The group of strangers I meet on the trail who become my “Camino Family” and soon know as much about me as my friends.
– Walking over the “Hospitales” route with my brother Dave.
– The distant yellow arrow that shows me the way when I feel like I have lost the trail.
– The warm smile and “Buen Camino!” from local elders who have spent their lives watching scruffy people with packs walk through their town.
– The warmth of the sun’s first rays on my shoulder.
– A “communal dinner” at an albergue where all languages and races find a place to share their Camino stories.
– The hot shower after a hard day’s walk.
– To walk into a cafe and see everyone talking to each other eye-to-eye and no one staring into their cell phone. (This actually never happens if there are pilgrims in the cafe.)
– The rolling green hills of Galicia.