Luís (Sara and Mário, with Buck, in the back)
The motivation for driving all the way up to northern Spain – in addition to escaping from the inevitable gray men – was to meet my son Luís, who came from Germany to do a part of the French Camino de Santiago.
He was travelling together with his girlfriend, her father – a good companion of mine from the days of Heidelberg −, her sister and boyfriend and his mother. They made up a small group of nice people, all tired and hungry after being on foot all day.
We didn’t have time to take pleasure in their company for long − just had dinner together for two days − as they needed to go to bed early, for the walking day ahead was always a long and exhausting one.
At the end of the second day, I still managed to drink a cool Galician beer with my kids – only Jorge was missing − and Helena in Portomarín. After dinner it was again time to kiss and wave farewell.
Life mixes up joy and pain…
The pain vanishes, the joy remains!