Some moments in travel stay with you not because of where you are, but because of what you feel. Standing among more than 71,000 people at the MCG for the Anzac Eve match, I felt it all—unity, reverence, history, and the quiet power of shared silence.

From the Light Horsemen carrying the eternal flame to the haunting stillness of the Last Post, the night unfolded like a living memorial. And when Melbourne’s victory song echoed around the stadium, it carried me back to my own memories of country footy glory and the simple pride of belonging.

If you ever find yourself in Melbourne in April, the Anzac Eve game is something to experience with your whole heart—part ceremony, part sport, and entirely unforgettable.

On Day One of our Camino journey from Sarria to Morgade, we walked through centuries of history, rural Galician landscapes, and hydrangea-lined paths. Join us for reflections on ancient cemeteries, piggery memories, and the quiet joy of simply putting one foot in front of the other.