Paths of earth, paths of hard clay, paths of stone, paths twisting through beech forests. There are paths that trace the mountain crests and others that outline the shape of the coast. Caminos exist with precipitous descents and there are Caminos that rise relentlessly to the heavens. Caminos that come from afar and then lose themselves in another distant horizon. Caminos and more caminos. Some are paths of happiness and gratitude, others of healing, of light, of peace. There are Caminos that evoke happiness and brotherhood. All of them are Caminos. May each of us take the Camino that calls to us unerringly.