I have encountered Him/Her at several points along the Camino. I can point to several places where, after 5 or 6 or 7 or even 8 hours of walking, I climb a gentle rise and suddently, the cathedral steeples poke into the horizon. I softly utter "Thank God" as I move toward town full of the Holy Spirit, knowing that within the hour I will take off my backpack, gulp a liter of water, and free my feet from their silk and wool and leather and duct tape and gauze prisons.
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