<HTML><FONT FACE=arial,helvetica><HTML><FONT SIZE=3 PTSIZE=12 FAMILY="SERIF" FACE="Palatino Linotype" LANG="0">Hi Becky,<BR>
There are frequent, and wonderful, buses, all the way through the French Way.<BR>
Some pilgrims love the meseta, with its seemingly endless, comfortably the same, expanses of yellow-orangy colors, somewhat reminiscent of Iowa cornfields without the tall corn; others pilgrims just love abundant green trees blanketing up-and-down hills and valleys crisscrossed by cool green rivers. Some of us just can't resist the other worldliness feeling of standing on O Cebreiro, literally, above the clouds.<BR>
Many of us go back, time and time again, to feel it all..... all so very different, and so very much the same.<BR>
I, myself, as a New Yorker in love with winter and early snows, wouldn't have missed the Pyrenees and O Cebreiro for all the world. Yet, my sister in law, from mountainless and winterless Savannah Georgia, waxes rhapsodically over Fromista in the Meseta (of all places!).<BR>
Someone once likened motherhood to love saying that both are the mirror upon which we see are ourselves.<BR>
The Camino is pretty much that..... a love mirror with many facets. </FONT></HTML>