Sun, rain, high temperatures, fallen trees, punctured tires and a lack of a bridge were our daily bread. A broken chain is rare, but it also happens. It was not easy, but we managed. We made it because we supported each other, and in fact, apart from the intentions that we had in our hearts, it was fuel for us to continue our journey. I was pleasantly surprised by the great good that literally flowed from everyone, pilgrims, clergy, and especially volunteers who were always one step ahead and behind us. With hot coffee, a cold drink, a muffin, or even a car driving in the rear all the time, to help if necessary. They were literally everywhere. We were genuinely grateful when someone packed away our luggage into the transport vehicle and it made its way safely to the next destination, someone
prepared a meal, or washed the floor in the room where we were just sleeping. Volunteers are people who have devoted their private time and resources to be with us and be able to serve us. Just like that, humanly and from the heart.