Day Three on the Camino. Let me give you a little recap. Yesterday was the hottest day in history here. My socks were so full of sweat I could wring them out. At one point I dropped my pack and walked away, I thought I was done. About 5 feet further on the path was an ice cold spring that had been made into a pool with decorative aqueducts. I spent an hour soaking my now freezing feet and dripping water on my head. One moment asked for more than I could give and the next gave more than I could ask. Today I danced into my resting town with U2 blaring in my head—Literally dancing in the street because I had energy left to shine a mental spotlight on all the joy and beauty of the day and nothing could hold my joy back. I wish I had a mental capacity at the end of every day to write a poem, for no amount of prose can truly capture the experience.

On the Camino life becomes a metaphor and metaphor becomes life.