el camino de santiago

greetings from day 8 of el camino de santiago. pat and i are getting kicked around by this ancient trail - we are sunburned and sore, but we are safe and we are keeping our heads up. keeping the eyes and ears open. looking for signs.

i had a dream last night that i was home in fairport and having trouble accessing my email while eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. thank you, unconscious, for making it just that much more clear that i am getting ready to be home, and that the strain of this trip has got me craving peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. that being said, the day's reflection warranted this: a lot of the most important things in my life seem to happen when i wish i was already home.