Martha walked the Camino de Santiago and found new landscapes inside and out.
Souvenirs: A Father and Son at the End of the World
We were quiet for a long time. It was as if they’d cut off my arm. Finally, I said, “Well, we promised each other last month up in France that we weren’t going to have any souvenirs…”
As we approach the bus station, which isn’t a building at all but a loop in the road with a small sign, we don’t see anyone. If during the vacation I need to dump a body I think I’ve found my spot.