While walking to Hontanas, I looked back to see a figure walking towards me wrapped from head to toe. The only thing showing were the eyes. It was a strange sight but I had walking to do of my own, so on I went.
I heard more about this woman as time went on and I spotted her occasionally in refugios. She appears to be in her early 20s, and she is slim, with fair skin, light coloured eyes and blonde hair. I’ve never heard her talk, but I have met others that have.
She always walks alone. In the evenings after everyone is unpacked, showered, done with their laundry, and are sitting around talking, she is still alone. She sits there and embroiders on her jacket the name of the town that she finished the day in, and the number of kilometers that she had walked that day. Today, she will have added her 90th town. She has been on the Camino for 90 days, walking from her front door in Belgium.
She is quiet, smiles when you greet her, and she walks. I do not know her story, the whys and hows of it all. But she is an amazing young woman, and she walks to Santiago de Compestela for reasons of her own. God speed to her.