This is a place to share your Garabandal stories or your Pilgrim stories in general. mine is not that interesting, but I will briefly tell it. As a teenager I heard about Garabandal and was so inspired I left my country to Madrid with a map of Spain that had the village circled on it. I spent many years as a wandering Pilgrim and learned four languages, before settling down and finding some balance in life. I arrived in the village in Feb. and the first person I met was a woman wearing wooden clogs because the village can be quite muddy. We went and visited the cemetery. That was the first place I visited in the village. I had never prayed a Rosary, I had never made a confession, and I had never heard about the Real Presence. A lot has changed since that time. please feel free to share your own stories, I would love to hear them.
