That One Time I Walked Across Northern Spain

Your only job every day is simple.

Walk.

My friend Wendy and I walked across a part of Northern Spain.

There is a trail that is marked with yellow arrows that starts in France and goes all the way across the upper portion of Spain. The route is called Camino de Santiago. Every year hundreds of people take this trek and it is the experience of a lifetime.

We got up early in the mornings and ate whatever we could get our hands on and then put on our backpacks and walked. The most beautiful scenery was seen and the most amazing people from all over the world were met. I still talk to some of the people I got the pleasure to know on this trip.

Most days we walked a very long distance and some days it was a tough hike, but it was always the best day.

At night, we slept in Catholic churches.

Sometimes there were beds and sometimes we slept on church floors.

Inside this free, beautiful, and inspiring time, I had the chance to write. Here are some random words and experiences along the journey.

-Even if you don't know what you want, buy something- to be a part of the exchanging flow. Start a huge, foolish project, like Noah. It makes absolutely no difference what people think of you. We woke up at 6:45 am and began walking at 7:15 am. This is my 4th day of walking so my muscles are shot. We were supposed to run into a town called Torres along the way to eat.

We somehow passed it.