By now we have walked 50 kms in 3 days, avoided rain, heat, blisters or any encounter with the proverbial wall. I have walked every one of these steps in love, many with Renee’s hand in mine and Cyril’s voice – his poetry and song, his rap and banter and endless stories, his joy and idealism bathing me and showering me with lessons I am eager to learn; the genius and honesty of a 9 year old. We miss Kahlil and will do this again someday all together.
Day 4 beckons. We are told it will be brutal, the hardest stretch so far. Rain is in the forecast. We will walk in grace and gratitude no matter what and we carry your prayers every step.