Travel and Transformation—Gold: Gods Who Smell Like Goats
Tuesday, March 4th, 2008By Mary Patrice Erdmans Ulrich, a robust 52-year-old pilgrim dressed in a red flannel shirt, told me, “I want to walk through the world without leaving footprints. It’s hard work to be silent.” Sitting alone inside the walls of the convent of Santa Clara in Carrion de los Condes, Spain, I stretch out my legs […]