When your neighbor is a stranger: Hospitality Series

I felt so homeless as we trudged through yet another small town in northern Spain on El Camino. Since we had left South Africa¬†at the end of March, we had been walking across Spain, and once we landed it would be another several months of hopping between family and friends before we settled in TexasContinue reading “When your neighbor is a stranger: Hospitality Series”

Welcoming the Stranger

For the past month, this is what we have been doing. Walking (or hobbling) between little villages in Spain, with only one change of clothes in our backpacks, and praying for food and a cheap place to stay (since our South African rand do not go very far in Europe). And even though I did this for days and days, it still struck me every time– this bizarre warm welcome. I’m a stranger. I don’t speak the language. I have nothing to offer.