Why We're Lacing Up Our Boots for the Camino All Over Again In May 2024, to celebrate a milestone Sixtieth birthday, my sisters, Kim and Alison, and I embarked on the adventure of a lifetime. We walked a 275km stretch of the Camino Francés, from the small town of León (specifically, the Hospital de Órbigo) all the way to the majestic Santiago de Compostela. When we finally arrived, I was running on empty. We had averaged about 16km a day, with three rest days sprinkled in to give our bodies a break. And I mean *real* rest days. One of them, I’m pretty sure I slept straight through. Looking back, the walk was a beautiful paradox. It was exhausting, yet exhilarating. It was hard and strenuous, but also peaceful in a way I’d never experienced. The sense of achievement when we finally completed it was immense. But in the moment? I was just tired. My poor sister Alison bore the brunt of my struggles. She’d walk a couple of kilometres, then patiently sit and wait for me to catch up. She ...