My Magical Walk

Today, my friend Iñigo left notes along the path for me in between stacked rocks. I saw the first one and thought to myself, "That's strange how the paper didn't get wet in the rain last night. I bet it's personal." I continued walking. I bumped into Iñigo in a little village around breakfast time. He asked if I had noticed anything on my walk so far. I thought and thought, and couldn't think of anything out of the ordinary. He mentioned that he wrote me a note, and I remembered seeing it. Twice more he left notes along the path. Each note put a huge smile on my face and offered Camino advice to this Camino newbie. What a friend!