Our walk began just before autumn slowly turned everything yellow and gold. We arrived in Loyola between summer and fall. My pristine (and very pink) walking shoes were greeted by the freshly trimmed leaves on the ground. The air was a bit chilly, making waking up in the morning a very difficult task. But once outside, I could smell everything—the unmistakable aroma of freshly baked bread, the slightly tangy smell of newly mowed grass, the invigorating smell of a new day, and the sweet promise of more to come. To be continued. My #CaminoIgnaciano was made possible by:
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