
The Year I Stopped Waiting
The year I stopped waiting. The decision, the Rocky Steps as a send-off, and 28 km along the Atlantic on Day 1 from Matosinhos to Vila do Conde.

The year I stopped waiting. The decision, the Rocky Steps as a send-off, and 28 km along the Atlantic on Day 1 from Matosinhos to Vila do Conde.

The morning I left Nigrán, a white horse appeared behind a stone wall, perfectly still, like the morning had placed her there on purpose. By afternoon, I was lost and crying in Vigo.

For years I joked about getting a van when the kids grew up. The van isn’t happening. The world still is. On the grief no one mentions, the waiting no one names, and the era I’m calling free bird.