A father heads overseas to recover the body of his estranged son who died while traveling the "El camino de Santiago," and decides to take the pilgrimage himself.

Daniel: You don't choose a life, dad. You live one.
Tom: I'm sorry about your baby.
Sarah: I'm sorry about yours.
Tom: Mine was almost 40.
Sarah: Yeah, but he'll always be your baby.
Joost: [Tom & Joost walk into town, Tom passing Sarah, seated, & Joost stops to introduce himself] Hi. I'm Joost, from Amsterdam
Sarah: Dutch, eh? Got any drugs?
Joost: [shouts ahead to Tom] I love this woman!
Tom: It wears off quickly, I promise you
Joost: [to Sarah] What are you looking for?
Sarah: Something to help me sleep. I've been having trouble, the last few weeks
Joost: I have some Ambien... or perhaps you'd prefer something stronger?
Sarah: [shouts ahead to Tom] I love this man!
Tom: It wears off quickly, I promise you
Sarah: Doesn't this guy ever stop to smell the flowers?
Joost: I tried to quit once. But then I thought, "Why?" My grandmother, she drank and she smoked her entire life, and she lived to be 103 years old. Now what does that tell you?
Sarah: It tells me that everyone who is trying to quit something always has an ancient relative they use as an example of why not to quit.
Joost: I suppose that make me into a cliché, then.
Sarah: You said it.
Joost: I needed a new suit anyway.
Tom: Have you ever walked the Camino, senora?
First albergue innkeeper: Never. When I was young, I was too busy. And now that I'm older, I'm too tired.
First albergue innkeeper: [as Tom silently nods and heads out the door] Buen camino.
Padre Frank: Hey, I'm Frank. New York.
Tom: Tom. California.
Tom: [Noticing that Frank is wearing a yarmulke] Nice to meet you, Rabbi.
Padre Frank: Oh, actually I'm a priest.
Tom: Well, you can understand my confusion.
Padre Frank: Yeah, a lot of people make that mistake.
Padre Frank: [Pointing to his head] Brain cancer. Surgery left a terrible scar. I wear this yarmulke to cover it up. They didn't get it all... you know, the cancer. Said it'll probably come back. Who knows about these kinda' things? Only God... Anyway, they say that miracles happen out here on the Camino de Santiago.
Tom: You believe in miracles, Father?
Padre Frank: I'm a priest. It's kinda' my job.
Joost: What, you can do this on a bike? Why the hell are we walking? Oh that's ridiculous man.
Joost: I bought same liquor. Orujo. It's from Galicia. It's made of eighteen different herbs, and so secret that has to be squeezed by blind monks.
Joost: Would you like to try some of this?
[offering Jack, who has complained of writer's block, a hand-roll of marijuana, tobacco, hashish, or some combination thereof]
Joost: It's Turkish; I hear it's good for writer's block.
Sarah: Well, Jack, maybe a dog fight near a cheese farm is simply a dog fight near a cheese farm.
Jack: [Excitedly] AH! Okay... That's good. That... is very... good! Maybe I should adopt a more conservative attitude instead of trying to tickle meaning out of every curve in the road. Oh, Christ... I haven't had an original thought in months! Writer's block...
Tom: [Having been handed the box with his son's ashes] I'm going to walk the Camino de Santiago.
Captain Henri: [Somewhat taken aback] Mr. Avery, if you'll pardon me, please, you are not prepared to go on this trip. You have no equipment, or...
Tom: [Cutting him off] I've got Danny's back pack and all of his stuff.
Captain Henri: But you haven't trained for this walk, and no disrespect, you are more than 60 years old.
Tom: [shrugs] So it'll take me a bit longer than most.
Captain Henri: You'll be lucky if you finish in two months.
Tom: Well, then I'd better get started. We're leaving in the morning.
Captain Henri: [Looking a bit confused] "We"?
Tom: [Holding up the box with his son's ashes] Both of us.
Tom: I'm going to walk the Camino de Santiago.
Sarah: [while chain smoking another cigarette] The end of the Camino is the end of my addiction.
Tom: Spoken like a true addict.
Tom: [Receives news of his son] Daniel? What happened to Daniel?
Sarah: Everything alright?