Okay, we didn’t quite make it to the End of the World today. Today, we slept.
We lay on the windy, beautiful sand.
We collected shells.
We said hello to familiar faces: Agnes, the sweet Hungarian, the Czech ciuple, Ronald, a young Seminary student from Toronto who was invited to participate in the mass in Santiago.
We ate the freshest shrimp in garlic, razor clams, and grilled baby squid.
We will walk to the End of the World tomorrow.