I am in estella, España. Beautiful town, I highly recommend a visit if you ever feel the pull.

It is the end of day 5 on El camino frances. Que día y que dolor. You can tell who is a peregrin@ when you go around town in the afternoon, by what I like to affectionateLy call “the pilgrim penguin shuffle.” With blisters and massive soreness and heavy bodies, I don’t think any of us want to pick our feet off the floor more than we have to.

While on El Camino You introduCe yourself to so many diFferent people of vArious nationalities, and in introducing myself, I am finding that many people find my name to be oF great intErest. When I say my name, many people have made a confused sort of face and repeated the name. I never really fancied my name as too far out of the ordinary as I have met one or tWo other Kiana’s in my time, but I did not know it was so rare outside of the usa. It has become a bit of a conversation piece, “I have never heard that name before,” or “what does it mean?” It sparks the curiousity of those on El Camino. Perhaps my name means more than I have ever realized.