My mother first introduced me to the Catholic trip road known as the Camino Frances, which runs from France to Spain. Collectively, we did a 200km-long part of the European part in 2015.
I had only quit my job in 2022, and I wanted to go back to France to move the road, which is roughly 890 kilometers long.
I made the plans myself and traveled only. One of the most terrifying things I ever did was hiking 890 km, which involved daily excursions lasting four to six hours, across various locations and high regions for about five days. But I went back, believing that living was bigger than our concerns.  ,
On the next morning of my trek, I crossed paths with a person from Washington, United States. We shared a room with a few different strangers in a hostel when he first went on the road, and we were shipmates.  ,
I can recall greeting him first after getting some items at a neighborhood store and seeing him resting on the pillow above me.  ,
After chatting for a while, he asked me if I’d like to have supper with him, and I said yes.  ,
After that night, we went our separate ways. About a week later, but, he and I bumped into each other again in Estrella, a wonderful little city in Spain. Yet though we both started the move alone, we both decided to walk the remainder of the Camino up because I felt quite at ease with him.  ,
He attended large with me at every stop, despite not being Catholic when he traveled on the Camino. He was curious to learn more about the trust, which was very significant to me as a crib Catholic.
I was intrigued by his life, and conversing with him was simple. He had recently left his job and lived in US cities like New York, Alaska, and Hawaii.