Left, right, left, right, one foot in front of the other, onward we walk to Astorga and Ambros. We walk in sync, although my stride is a bit shorter than Abi’s. We walk in silence. We jibber jabber when one of us has something profound to say. You know, deep thought-provoking ideas, something along the lines of, I wonder what kind of tree that is or those purple and white flowers sure are pretty. There’s a lot of deep thinking between us while walking to Ambros.