Even though I had no possessions other than the bare necessities, the trail has its own riches. Shopkeepers give me food, other pilgrims share meals, medicine, and clothes with me. All without me asking. They see you're limping, then they give you a band-aid. When you're roughing it together, there is a generosity and sense of fellowship that blows you away....One time in the pouring rain, I passed an open garage where people were feasting on wine and olives. They hailed me down and invited me in, and I downed a glass before passing on. Great fun.
So much time for prayer, thinking, taking care of body and soul.