The final dispatch from Payton's three weeks on the Camino. He arrives in Santiago, attends mass at the cathedral, and offers a closing reflection on the joy of connection, the strange power of meeting strangers across language and culture, and a Spanish phrase he carries home: todos nosotros somos uno. We are all one.

An Untitled Meditation Trail Dispatch No. 5 from the Camino de Santiago bridge from Arcade to Ponte Sampaio Sometimes I find myself saying thank you, after an outstandingly pleasant section of going, to some part of that going. I'm not always sure which part it is exactly, that I'm thanking. Sure, sometimes there was an exceptionally wise tree or stunning waterfall, but sometimes it was just an area in space that felt perfectly right. It reminds me that at any scale of percep

Payton's fourth dispatch from the Camino. A reflection on the lasting power of the written word, two of his own journal entries (purple flowers along a stream in Redondela, an unplanned conversation in a churros line), and a small invitation: take one moment from your day and write it as if it mattered. It did.

Payton's third dispatch from the Camino. He leaves the Atlantic, follows the Minho River inland, and crosses the border into Spain by moonlight. A reflection on the many faiths along the trail, the one pilgrim who is all pilgrims, and a small Chinese poem about a hat, a bundle, and a staff.