– A Caravan of Us –
T his is a day for angels to walk’, Wolfgang said next morning, a couple of hours after we had set out.
He was right. The sky was clear, the sunlight soft and warm, the winding lanes patterned with shadow, the air fresh and scented. There was a whole procession, a caravan of us now, tramping the Way. Two delightful young French girls had joined us. Some handsome Barcelonan Spaniards were there. Stubbly-bearded little Luis. The girls from Brussels. Jorge and Paco. The Germans, and a dozen more.
We all stopped at eleven o’clock and breakfasted off peaches, home-baked bread and copas of chill white wine.
From The Field of the Star, 1998