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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.0.0 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Thu, 08 Jan 2009 09:28:43 GMT--><rss xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><title>On the Camino</title><link>http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/</link><description>One woman's journey alone on foot 800 kilometers across northern Spain on the Camino Francés</description><copyright>Deborah</copyright><language>en-US</language><generator>Squarespace Site Server v5.0.0 (http://www.squarespace.com/)</generator><item><title>News</title><dc:creator>Deborah</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 11 Dec 2008 20:24:56 +0000</pubDate><link>http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/2008/12/11/news.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">87186:755239:2683530</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>Dear OntheCamino Readers, </p>

<p>I'll be back with more episodes after the holidays.  </p>

<p>I still promise to finish my story.  I am nearing the end of my story about being on the road back then, and just like then, I feel the end approaching.  It feels pretty strange.  But, we'll get to that.</p>

<p>Thank you for another year of very nice comments, encouragements, and support.  I'm grateful and very aware.</p>

<p>I wish all of you a very happy holiday season.</p>

<p>~Deb</p>

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]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/rss-comments-entry-2683530.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Cacabelos to Vega de Valcare, maybe - part 1</title><dc:creator>Deborah</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 02 Dec 2008 16:52:26 +0000</pubDate><link>http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/2008/12/2/cacabelos-to-vega-de-valcare-maybe-part-1.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">87186:755239:2616338</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>The next morning while getting quickly dressed, it occurred to me that bundling myself up each morning had become a ritual too.  To the delight of Marc, I emerged from my little orange albergue space capsule as the green frog cosmonaut once again. We gathered in the courtyard.  Even in the darkness and cold those of us who where ready to go, joked and laughed in the courtyard while waiting for all of the group</p>
]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/rss-comments-entry-2616338.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Al Acebo to Cacabelos - part 5</title><dc:creator>Deborah</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2008 17:08:57 +0000</pubDate><link>http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/2008/11/27/al-acebo-to-cacabelos-part-5.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">87186:755239:2545606</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>When we came up on Cacabelos I really thought that we were going to keep going.  To get to the albergue you cross a bridge that goes out of the little town.  I had no idea where Xavier had planned to stop, so for me, we seemed headed out of the town and therefore headed onward towards Santiago stopping whenever.  When we got to the church where the municipal albergue was located and we stopped,</p>
]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/rss-comments-entry-2545606.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Al Acebo to Cacabelos - part 4</title><dc:creator>Deborah</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 09 Nov 2008 20:28:27 +0000</pubDate><link>http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/2008/11/9/al-acebo-to-cacabelos-part-4.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">87186:755239:2533000</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>When we caught up with the others Marc mentioned to Xavier that he could have waited two minutes.  Xavier made some joke about it, and soon Marc was laughing in response.  There was absolutely no reason to get mad or hurt because it was no surprise after all, and Xavier knew that Marc would call at some point.  I walked with Paulo a bit while Marc and Xavier continued their little negotiations of power.  Paulo summed up the situation succinctly and brilliantly when he said,</p>
]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/rss-comments-entry-2533000.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Al Acebo to Cacabelos - part 3</title><dc:creator>Deborah</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 05 Nov 2008 21:29:07 +0000</pubDate><link>http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/2008/11/5/al-acebo-to-cacabelos-part-3.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">87186:755239:2508948</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>When the sun came up it was another brilliant day, the Camino gods never seemed to tire of giving us those deep blue skies.  I never tired of looking up into them.  The clarity was arresting; the distance between myself and that sky was a journey through perfect nothingness.  Just to stand under that sky and</p>
]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/rss-comments-entry-2508948.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Al Acebo to Cacabelos - part 2</title><dc:creator>Deborah</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2008 18:51:21 +0000</pubDate><link>http://onthecamino.squarespace.com/journal/2008/10/28/al-acebo-to-cacabelos-part-2.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">87186:755239:2457055</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>I rolled over and leaned just my head over the side of my bunk to find a slender, average sized woman with deeply tanned, olive skin and shoulder length hair which was wrapped in a bright tangerine-orange bandanna, standing next to the bunk bed below me, packing and unpacking things into white plastic bags that she was trying to get into her pack.  S