Thursday, November 13, 2014


A farmer was leaning against his hoe in a small garden, enjoying the storm.  Before I could say anything, he asked, "Aye, lad, are you going to the stones?"

I nodded, shivering but bemused.   It was an ancient greeting in these parts.   He looked cursorily at the accordioned map in my shivering hands, then shook his head in dismay and gazed out over the windswept burren.  I asked him where the road led that passed his old thatched-roof house.

"To the end, lad," he replied slowly, "to the end."

Phil Cousineau, The Art of Pilgrimage

This is Eduardo, or Lalo as he's known to everyone, showing off his kitten near his home in the callej├│n just below Ana's place.

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