Where *did* the time go?
I intended to post about my Camino as experienced year later.
I began writing last September with my arrival into Madrid.
And then Life Happened - as anyone who is shepherding eldercare parents knows full well.
Right now I want to savor this one moment in time and remember what it felt like to walk through the archway to the cathedral square with bagpiper playing to herald our arrival (as is done 24 hours a day) and stand in the pilgrim-packed Cathedral de Santiago while the Botafumeiro swung back and forth over our heads
And then I want to go back and retrace those steps because ever since I became a peregrina I have not been the same woman who landed all fearful and uncertain in Madrid.