Don’t let them push you around, my youngest son said halfway through the Camino de Santiago. You don’t have to get up early if you don’t want to.
I didn’t know that was an option, replied his brother from his bunk.
This subversive banter is what our family sounds like now. The old hierarchy has loosened. We are four adults negotiating the day.
When we tackled the Camino a decade ago, my husband and I knew the walk marked an ending of sorts. One son had just finished school, the other his degree. Their lives were waiting elsewhere – different cities, countries, work, relationships.
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