As a woman reflects on her Camino, she considers poet Antonio Machado’s lines, “Walker, there is no path. The path is made by walking.” She would take it a step further: the path is made by the people you meet along the way.

A woman feeling deep loss after a friend’s death is surprised and comforted to sense her friend’s presence as she walks, imagining what might have been points of interest on her friend’s own Camino. As the woman sits in front of the Catedral de Santiago de Compostela, backlit by the loveliest blue sky, tears flow freely as she finally lets go of the painful loss, confusion, frustration, fear, and anxiety she had been carrying.

At the end of his Camino journey, a man writes down the lessons he brought back from Camino.

On an Italian cammino, a woman marvels at the massive beech trees she passes. In their gnarled, interconnected roots clinging to the earth and upholding such towering giants, she is reminded of how we thrive in connection with families, companions and communities.

On Camino, a man reconnects with his inner child and learns to navigate the complexities of life with both the wisdom of age and the lighthearted joy of youth.