“You need to go. You will go,” she proclaimed. “You’re already a pilgrim, Freddi.” Every time I spoke to her, she repeated it for years, including the last time I’d spoken with her, just a few days before I walked off the doorstep of that albergue in Saint-Jean-Pied-De-Port. “Pilgrim.” She was the first to call me that, but not the last. Everyone became a pilgrim that first day. Our openness with one another created something. We surrounded ourselves with people of all generations and cultures and backgrounds; we were united in exhaustion from carrying our damaged, decaying spirits.” PilgrimPilgrimageCulturesCamino De SantiagoCamino De Santiago Books Book:Relish In the Tread Source: Relish In the Tread
“Closer to the sun than any of its surroundings, the town glimmered. The spires looked like the tips of a royal crown. Skilled artisans had built wonderful, terraced homes and small flats overlooking gardens and fields under a clear cloudless sky. The air was filled with the aroma of eggplant parmigiana being roasted and fried garlic from pasta aglio e olio. Every pantry had a tall, glass bottle of local olive oil and a cupboard full of sugo jars.” HospitalityItalian FoodItalian CookingEuropean HistoryEuropean Book:Relish In the Tread Source: Relish In the Tread
“Some people slammed their doors, others didn't,” he told me in his acquired, patient tone. “I had to deal with a lot of rejection in a way I never had before. Some days, I ate very little and walked slowly. It was a discipline I needed away from a world where I could have everything.” SustainabilitySlow DownMinimalismCapitalistsDealing With RejectionSlow Travel Book:Relish In the Tread Source: Relish In the Tread