returned home, and I occasionally carry his rosary—alongside my mala beads—on days when I need strength.
We all have our own Camino, and we all find our own way to the road for different reasons. But the road remains because of devout men like the Polish man. Because of his generosity, it survived its near-demise at the end of the 20th century. He was right—we must seek the innocence and sanctity of something precious, while at the same time, welcoming all newcomers with a drink and a story. Next year, my husband will walk his own Camino, the Polish ten-bead rosary in his pocket.
To the Man from Poland, whenever you are—whether crossing the Pyrenees, entering the green fields of Galicia, or somewhere I cannot comprehend—thank you for giving me this gift. As my own Camino will inevitably change someday, I will grasp your gift close to my side, and share whatever I have with everyone who shows up at my table.
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"The Scenic Route"
Ivan Collazo