I didn’t tell anyone about my discovery at first. Partly, the idea of my walking several hundred miles seemed so unlikely that I didn’t want to risk ridicule. And partly, I wanted to enjoy this first taste of hope privately, without the pressure of questions, plans, and expectations. I started to read about the Camino, everything I could find. What I wanted to know was: How did it feel? What was it like to wake up in an albergue? And: Could I do it? I never did get an answer to those questions, at least, not until I walked it myself. But if you don’t mind the digression, before I answer them I am going to tell you how the Camino got there in the first place.
The refugio at Rabanal.