Our trek ended on Sunday, and I'm still tired but am so glad I did it. Here are a couple of photos;
I'll write a more extensive blog about the experience sometime soon...
This large banner above was carried the entire time.
This church in Sásabe, on the Mexican side of the border, is only visited once a month. We heard a moving speech by a priest and were fed a meal by Catholic sisters and other church members, from a town two hours away.
Two women my age, sisters by the name of Natividad and Lupita, grew up in Sásabe when it was a friendly little town where the men made adobe bricks for a living, and crossed over the border to work on nearby US ranches. "They used to just wave us across," Natividad said.
Starting out:
The Walk was very well-organized, with different teams for food, logistics, safety, "environmental" (latrines) etc. The group was very inspiring, more than three quarters of them regularly participate in volunteering on border issues.
Here is a photo of me on the last day, with Ann.
Tired but happy, our smiles say it all.
Love,
Grace (Lennie)