From the Camino an open letter. June 9, 2026.

Dear followers, friends, and family.

Again I share an open letter to my wife Christine. Please look over my shoulder and be within the closeness. Buen Camino!

Dear Christine.

We arrived in the village of Mansilla de Los Mulas on June 7. The combination of arid breeze, relentless sun and adobe looking ruins were such that I felt I had wandered into an old Clint Eastwood movie. Perhaps “A Fistful of Euros”!

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As I entered town I vividly remembered that this was the place where I last saw our dear 2013 Camino friends Henk from the Netherlands, and Germans Gabi and Christine.

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Such fond memories. I feel so fortunate that we are still in touch with them and so many others from that time.

The garden cafe/restaurant had changed much in 13 years.

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Charlie and I ate dinner there with friends Maggie and her daughter Alethia from Virginia.

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Alethia is a recent university graduate in mathematics and mom is a professor of biology. There was a lot of mental horsepower between those two women.

Charlie and I assumed that the continued meetings with familiar faces was at an end. Nothing could be further from the truth! The following morning as we proceeded to the bus station, Ana from Belgium jumped out of the doorway of a café hollering for us to wait. We were planning to ride the bus into Leon and thus avoid the slog through industry and suburbs. Ana joined us.

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In Leon it was an amazing series of meetings with friends from the last week. A real gift from the Camino!

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Our room was less than two hundred meters from the Leon Cathedral. I’m torn between whether the Burgos or Leon Cathedrals are my favorite. Both are magnificent but so different. I will share pictures of the interior of the Leon Cathedral in a separate post.

I understand that you and the grandchildren are touring another magnificent cathedral right now: Notre Dame in Paris, followed by the Eiffel Tower. Wonderful!

Enjoy, and I love you. Me.

Peace to all and Buen Camino. Pete.

Breakfast!
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Charlie channeling Antoni Gaudi.
Not my toes, but those of a pilgrim from the United Kingdom 
The Cathedral near sunset

From the Camino an open letter. June 8, 2026.

Dear followers, friends, and family.

Again I share with you an open letters to my wife Christine. It is meant to be read by all, yet also to conveyed a feeling of intimacy. Please look over my shoulder and be within the closeness. Buen Camino!

Dear Christine.

It is our eighth day on the Camino and the start of our second week. Charlie and I are beginning to find stride within the limits of our abilities. I am listening to my body! So far I’ve managed to avoid blisters. Charlie is managing a couple and being proactive.

I woke with some disquiet this morning. I found myself thinking that before we had left on our respective adventures I had often commented that all I had to do was walk 300 miles while you had the difficult task of “herding cats”. What was meant as humor I now realize is all too true.

Charlie is an excellent Camino partner. Our abilities are similar, as are our outlooks on life. As adults we are responsible for ourselves, yet we watch out for each another. As a grandmother accompanying teenage grandchildren, you are responsible not only for yourself but for them as well. You are their guardian angel. In the 52 years that we have known each other you are still able to amaze me.

You know that in offering condolences I am reluctant to say “I will pray for you“. I find that to be a phrase overused and often given without intention.

I have learned of yet another friend who is faced with a serious and possibly life ending disease. I have on this occasion offered my “thoughts and prayers“.

I mentioned to Charlie that I carry many people in my thoughts, but I do not formally pray. He has given me an insight that is not the formula of the words that matter, but the thoughts given from the heart that constitute sincere prayer. It is a new piece of wisdom for me to consider.

I hope you will enjoy these pictures from the last two days. I love you.

To Everyone: Peace and Buen Camino! Pete

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This is one of a number of models painstakingly created and housed in a church museum. It is not the largest.
These are the statistics on the model pictured above. 
I was able to take a picture looking through the small doorway. The interior is as real looking as the exterior. 
King Alfonso VI and his queen. 
The convent chapel where we attended mass and later received a wonderful Pilgrim’s blessing. 
Charlie gave the first reading at mass in English at the request of the priest. 
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A huge private albergue. We enjoyed a private room with bath. 
One of many gatherings of Camino friends met on The Way. 
Dinner with Camino friends! A three course dinner with unlimited wine was only €15 per person 
Sunsets are occurring at nearly 11 o’clock at night. 

From the Camino an open letter. June 7, 2026.

Dear followers, friends, and family.

In 2022 I decided that my posts from the Camino would be written as open letters to my wife Christine. They were meant to be read by all, yet they also conveyed a feeling of intimacy. I am continuing that “tradition“ from this Camino. I welcome, indeed celebrate, that you will look over my shoulder and be within the closeness. Buen Camino!

Dear Christine.

Charlie and I have completed our seventh day. However, the photographs that follow are from days two and three. We have been so fortunate that the weather has favored us. The extreme heat of the preceding week has moderated. Night temperatures are in the upper 40s and lower 50s (Fahrenheit) and daytime highs are barely above 80. The humidity is so low that I barely need a towel when I step out of the shower. A few minutes and my skin is dry!

We have met so many interesting people and so far none older than me. The “old ones” are out there somewhere!

We had an “interesting” experience at one albergue: shortly before bed the water for the entire village was turned off. We still don’t know why, perhaps it was to repair the system. Our hostess left bottles of water at the sinks which we used to brush teeth and drink. Unfortunately, (and unpleasantly) the toilets could not be flushed. The following morning I got up and stood before the toilet as nature called. When my first few drops hit the toilet bowl suddenly the tank of the toilet began filling, The town’s water was restored! It was a miracle of biblical proportions. Charlie had a great laugh when I told him. I hope you find it worthy of a smile.

I hope all is well with you and the grandchildren and that you are enjoying your own unique “Grandma Camino”. Love, Me

… and Buen Camino, Everyone!

The ruins of San Anton
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Charlie shelter from the sun at the top of a long climb 
Police or emergency workers driving the route to make sure that the pilgrims have enough water and are safe. 
The Camino!
Carla and her daughter India from California
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A waitress at our lunch stop. She is from the Ukraine and gifted us two special commemorative stamps honoring a Ukrainian victory that sunk a Russian warship. It was quite an honor! I had explained to her that my paternal grandparents immigrated to the United States from a small German community north of Odessa. 
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A beautiful morning, hiking along the canal. 
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Jerusalem, nearly 5000 km away. I once met a pilgrim nearing Santiago who had walked the Camino from Jerusalem. 
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Anna from Belgium and Diego from Florida.
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Very long day. Not too bad for a couple of old guys! 

From the Camino de Santiago

Dear Christine.

I am sorry that it has taken this long for me to share pictures of our emerging Camino. I finally got the email service fixed so hopefully these missives will upload without further “hiccups“.

As in past Caminos, I am writing these as open letters to you with the intention that they are shared with our larger community of family, friends, and followers.

I regret that the limitations of time and Wi-Fi are such that I can not give an in-depth narrative on what we see and experience. You and I will be able to speak privately, but I hope that anyone else reading this letter will make use of a fertile imagination to fill in the details.

Christine, I love you.

And of course,

Peace Everyone. Pete.

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Dear Christine, Renee, Friends and Followers.

My intention has been to take the posts and photographs of our journey in Spain and render them into a book to give to Britton. I don’t believe the book would be complete without some “Grandfatherly” advice:

Dear Britton.

It has been a little more than a week since we returned to Kansas City from Spain, and today was your first football practice. The rest of the team has been practicing while you were gone. You feared they would be mad at you for “skipping out”. Against your wishes, your mom made you go.

As we predicted, you were enthusiastically welcomed by your coaches and teammates. You also “kicked ass” at the team drills and sprints. After I learned of all this, I sent you a text, “Hey Mr. B. I understand you were greeted by your coach and team as the conquering hero returned from Spain! Congratulations… it’s what I predicted. Love, Grandpa.”

“Love you too. I didn’t think it would turn out like that.” was your reply. To which I then added, “With age comes wisdom!”

Finally, you exclaimed: “Okay Gandalf!!” and followed with a couple of smiley faces.

I will take this exchange as my license to speak to you as your very own “Grandalf”.

I don’t know whether you will be reading this at age 15, 25, 50 or beyond. I don’t know whether you will be sharing it with your child or grandchild. As I write this at age 72, I am mindful that these words and the telling in this book of our adventure together in Spain will long outlive me. I hope that the power of my advice does too.

You are an amazing person. Kind, thoughtful, caring, and so very capable of anything you put your mind to. (Here you must say “Thank you”. Remember, every compliment is a gift!) You also tend to be unsure of yourself, presuming others won’t think you are good enough, strong enough, smart enough… Britton, you ARE good enough, strong enough, smart enough! Do not let your insecurity become a self-fulfilling prophecy. BELIEVE IN YOURSELF!! I believe in you, your Grandmother believes in you, your Mom believes in you, as does anyone who knows you.

Britton, don’t be seduced into believing that adventure is what someone else experiences and then posts on social media. You are fresh back from a REAL adventure, not one made up for video courtesy of big financial sponsors and a huge support crew hidden in the background. It is also not your first adventure that I have witnessed: I watched with tears of pride as your Lacross team descend upon you at the end of the season’s final game. “Brick Wall Benscoter!” they called out… a team that had not won a game until you took the post of goalie in the last 5 games, winning 4 out of 5 of those matches! That’s a REAL adventure.

Opportunities present themselves, often when we least expect them. It is you who must recognize them and act upon them, seizing opportunity and creating your own adventures. I know this because it is how my life has played out.

Adventure is not only hair raising, adrenaline pumping, edge of your seat excitement. Adventure can be the challenge of doing well on a test, achieving a goal at work, getting recognition for a job well done, or even having an attractive “someone” agree to go out with you on a date.

Often, what you want is located on the other side of things you don’t like. You have spoken of several ambitions that you hold. Just as often you have mentioned some things that you don’t particularly like, such as reading, studying, and commitments to long term educational programs. To achieve your goals you will need to embrace and power through some of those things you don’t like. You may find that once you aggressively tackle what you don’t like, your success will bring with it a liking for that thing. This too is “adventure”, the adventure of discovering what you are capable of.

Over 30 years ago I decided that I would never leave unsaid what I considered the most important advice to my children. You have heard me speak these words countess times. I will repeat them here as my final offering to you:

Have Fun. Because life and your pursuit of it should be fun.

Do Good. (Two things) Do what is right, and Do your best.

and Be Safe for the sake of those who love you… as I do.

Peace Britton, Grandpa. (aka, Grandalf the Wise!)