El Camino de Santiago is an Ancient Pilgrimage that crosses Northern Spain
I walked for fifty days and I passed each day remembering backwards, a day for each year. And every evening I made new friends or found old ones on the way. On the first day of walking I met a young woman from Germany, she was a bit of a mess. She had been lost in the thick fog in the Pyrenees for three days. It was my first day and we spent that evening sharing a table. Our paths never crossed again — until the last day of walking when we both reached Cape Finisterre, the end of the land.
Follow the yellow shells
A Memoir of the Imagination in Three Parts 