Family Roots

I woke inside a frozen tent. I had curled myself into a ball during the night while wearing almost everything I owned. As I poked the stiff sides of the tent, I knew it was time to move on. Three days before I had said goodbye to my female travel companion. I use that term because we were not just friends, but she wasn’t quite a girlfriend either. A tempestuous, but passionate journey around Spain had come to an end and now here I was shivering alone on this frigid morning in the hills north of Barcelona. As the warm…