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<!--Generated by Squarespace V5 Site Server v5.13.166 (http://www.squarespace.com) on Wed, 19 Jun 2013 18:29:40 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>On the Camino</title><subtitle>Journal</subtitle><id>http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/atom.xml"/><updated>2013-03-25T01:53:20Z</updated><generator uri="http://five.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace V5 Site Server v5.13.166 (http://www.squarespace.com)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>Epilogue - part 10</title><id>http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/2013/3/22/epilogue-part-10.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/2013/3/22/epilogue-part-10.html"/><author><name>Deborah</name></author><published>2013-03-22T16:00:23Z</published><updated>2013-03-22T16:00:23Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>I want to express my deep gratitude and thanks to all those who wrote comments throughout this process.  You have been kind and generous.  Thank you for putting up with the long absences and checking back in, or for stumbling upon me for the first time.  It has been great fun</p>
]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Epilogue - part 9</title><id>http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/2013/3/22/epilogue-part-9.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/2013/3/22/epilogue-part-9.html"/><author><name>Deborah</name></author><published>2013-03-22T05:18:27Z</published><updated>2013-03-22T05:18:27Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Pilgriming does mean traveling in a different way. And that is true even if you set out with no intention or thought to being a pilgrim. After all, as an American, the word pilgrim presents a distortion of Hollywood images ranging from</p>
]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Epilogue - part 8</title><id>http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/2013/3/6/epilogue-part-8.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/2013/3/6/epilogue-part-8.html"/><author><name>Deborah</name></author><published>2013-03-06T04:52:36Z</published><updated>2013-03-06T04:52:36Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Camino La Vis, C. Santiago, Santiago Way North, Camino Carlita, East El Camino Real, Caminito Tierra, Saint James Cir., North Refugio Rd., Camino Capistrano, Camino Caballo, and North Camino Padre Isidoro, these are but a few of</p>
]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Epilogue - part 7</title><id>http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/2012/3/18/epilogue-part-7.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/2012/3/18/epilogue-part-7.html"/><author><name>Deborah</name></author><published>2012-03-18T22:23:12Z</published><updated>2012-03-18T22:23:12Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>The beginning of some last thoughts today, although I'm noting the humor in having a seven part epilogue which will most likely go into eight. I am finding it difficult to let go of this space, this wonderful space that I have</p>
]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Epilogue - part 6</title><id>http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/2011/11/29/epilogue-part-6.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/2011/11/29/epilogue-part-6.html"/><author><name>Deborah</name></author><published>2011-11-29T03:12:09Z</published><updated>2011-11-29T03:12:09Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><i>These days</i>. These days it's been difficult to know how much more to write. I could blame it on lack of time and it would be the truth, but it isn't the whole story.  I guess you could say I needed time to let things sit and to ask myself if I was done or not.  But I didn't intend the silence to be nearly a year either. At some point I came to</p>
]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Epilogue - part 5</title><id>http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/2011/1/4/epilogue-part-5.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/2011/1/4/epilogue-part-5.html"/><author><name>Deborah</name></author><published>2011-01-04T02:12:58Z</published><updated>2011-01-04T02:12:58Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>I've been carrying around that definition on a miniature green index card for more than four years now.  I originally wrote it down and began reflecting on its meaning when I first began writing this story.  Pilgrims and non-pilgrims alike would use that word to</p>
]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Epilogue - Part 4</title><id>http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/2010/9/13/epilogue-part-4.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/2010/9/13/epilogue-part-4.html"/><author><name>Deborah</name></author><published>2010-09-13T08:38:00Z</published><updated>2010-09-13T08:38:00Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>In the last 4 and a half years of running since I returned from the Camino I've noticed a significant change in my health. I get sick less often, and when I do it tends not to hang on as long as</p>
]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Epilogue - part 3</title><id>http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/2010/6/23/epilogue-part-3.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/2010/6/23/epilogue-part-3.html"/><author><name>Deborah</name></author><published>2010-06-23T02:08:45Z</published><updated>2010-06-23T02:08:45Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Nearly four months ago I caught my little right toe on the door frame of the kitchen in the apartment where I was renting a room.  I didn't just catch it actually, I sort of ran smack</p>
]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Epilogue - part 2</title><id>http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/2010/1/30/epilogue-part-2.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/2010/1/30/epilogue-part-2.html"/><author><name>Deborah</name></author><published>2010-01-30T16:15:24Z</published><updated>2010-01-30T16:15:24Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Cognac 18H.  That was the color of the paint in the kitchen in designer language.  I had forgotten the name Cognac 18H.  I had forgotten that is, until I found myself in the garage making a small mountain of things to throw away before the movers came.  I was a bit irritated while I was</p>
]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Epilogue - part 1</title><id>http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/2010/1/22/epilogue-part-1.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/2010/1/22/epilogue-part-1.html"/><author><name>Deborah</name></author><published>2010-01-22T11:34:19Z</published><updated>2010-01-22T11:34:19Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>For lunch yesterday I ate a slices of Hass avocado with chunks of half of a pink grapefruit.  Here in Germany they are labeled "rose" grapefruit which I find more attractive and pleasurable to think about when picking out which one of the non-perfectly piled</p>
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