Finisterre > Santiago

My hands are shaking as I step onto the bus and hand the driver my money. My face gives nothing away, but my stomach is clenched and mouth dry. "Am I ready? I don't want to go back to the 'real world'. I don't want this to end." The world moves so fast. Have I really … Continue reading Finisterre > Santiago


Día Cuatro + 31

The crack of a rifle shot. That was the first thing I heard as I left my albergue at 6:30AM. I had planned on leaving an hour earlier, but had slept through my alarm for the first time since I've been here. I'm glad I did. Another shot cut across the silence, this one closer … Continue reading Día Cuatro + 31