Disorientation
Six days after my life unraveled in Ireland, I arrived in Pamplona with a suitcase full of things I no longer needed—and no idea what to do with them.
The Texas Woman
I chatted with a stranger in the pre-dawn darkness of the Dublin airport, never imagining our small talk would become the morning news of the trail. By the time I crossed from France into Spain, the word was already out: 'Oh! I heard about the Texas woman going to Santiago alone.' The Camino has a way of sharing your story before you’ve even lived it.

