“Are you sure this is the right way?”
“Yes,” I reply, double checking my GPS. “But I don’t see any arrows,” my fellow peregrino points out. We look around and spot - on the far side of the road - the distinct Camino waymarking sign. That’s what happens when you’re too busy chatting and not paying attention to where you’re going.
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There’s something magical about walking in solitude through rural villages in the morning fog: the only sounds being ocean waves crashing along the shore, birds chirping and the rhythmic crunch of your walking boots on the Camino path. The Portuguese coastline is particularly stunning and best enjoyed in quietude.
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I acknowledge the traditional Custodians of the land on which I work and live, the Gubbi Gubbi / Kabi Kabi and Joondoburri people, and recognise their continuing connection to land, the waters and sky. I pay my respect to them and their cultures; and to Elders past, present and emerging.
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