Sigh. It’s so true that an image (or sound/smell/sensation) can bring back a thousand memories… and though I’m not one of the innumerable pilgrims who’ve traversed the Camino de Santiago (St. James’ Way) pilgrimage to the city of Santiago de Compostela (guided along their path by arrows like these as well as periodic scallop shell images ingrained into streets/walls/etc.) this arrow still pulls at something in my heart. It was a common sight in my adopted city of Logroño, which happened to be located along one of the Camino’s routes—the sight of which makes me more than a little heartsick for the place.
Until we meet again, Logroño/Spain.