Updated: May 31, 2020
For my fortieth birthday, I walked part of the Camino de Santiago, a pilgrimage beginning at the foot of the Pyrenees at Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port in France, across Spain leading to the shrine of Saint James in Galicia, Spain. Ten days of slow walking with intent, with nine beautiful women who were and still are very dear to me.
At the time, I wondered if I should go on such a holiday when finances were low and my children were still so young, just six and ten, but my husband was adamant this was a chance of a lifetime. And oh, how it was! You see back then, I had no idea the kinds of ditches, chasms and dark places life would take me to and through. Life can sometimes spew such vitriol at you, the only thing you feel like doing is curling up into a little ball, crawling into bed and never coming out again. At