Then, he cried with me. There were few words exchanged, but I don’t remember any of them. But I do remember him just sitting with

Lions fans have suffered for a lifetime, and now they have found hope.

I remember my cousins. There were so many of us. Most of them I would only see this one day of the year.

The Barista, still with grace-filled eyes, responded: “You are welcome here as long as you need.”

“I hate the church.” His words were harsh and almost haunting as we walked together through the thick morning fog. The man’s confession came from

We were enemies, we just didn’t know it yet. Sitting across the small table for two was my friend Andrei. Both of us had been

Communal dinners always brought me out of my comfort zone on the Camino. I generally walked alone and solitude was my focus. On this night

I met him while sipping on a nice coffee and croissant. Not only was he a fellow pilgrim, but he was also an American. While

I caught up to her somewhere in the middle of Spain. I don’t remember her name, nor could I have ever pronounced it correctly if