By Elena Skvirski
In 2012, on my first Camino, single and carefree, I would have laughed if someone told me I would be writing my Camino love story nearly a decade later, yet, here we are. My first Camino love was the Camino itself; the beauty and the spirit represented a way of living with an open heart. Walking was such a transformative experience for me that I even started a Camino meetup group in my hometown of Denver upon return.
A few years later, I met my partner, and of course, wouldn’t stop talking about the Camino. He politely listened and was mildly excited about the idea of walking the Camino Frances together. When one day a friend mentioned the Portuguese Camino, Dobri’s eyes lit up and he said to me and my teenage son, “Let’s get those plane tickets!” I was on the task of planning the trip within hours of that conversation, feeling excited that the ocean views and amazing seafood would be among the treats of our first Camino together.
They asked us what we want to drink, I said white wine and Dobri said red wine. They left us with a bottle of each. The Camino provides…
