"She's going to do what?!"
Rabanal to Ponferrada, Part 2: I was a rocker chick as a teenager in the 80s. I was also a rocked out chick yesterday. Or we could say that I got rocked yesterday. I just cannot believe how difficult it was getting out of the mountains. Descents have not been a big deal this whole... Continue Reading →
No, this is not that infamous Daniel Day Lewis movie. This is my darn left foot. While my ankle feels fantastic and I truly believed that that I was conquering 18 years of it being snapped in half, constantly rolled, out of sorts, and the fourth and fifth metatarsals getting hairline fractures at the halfway... Continue Reading →
(Warning: last picture is not appropriate for my veggie/vegan friends) So, yeah. The rain in Spain... I was born and raised in Seattle. Rain is absolutely no big deal. In fact, as I wrote before, after climbing through the Pyrenees in what felt like 90 degrees for two days (with the sunburns to prove it),... Continue Reading →
I'm feeling like our relationship can officially end now. I'm breaking up with you. Yes, I know we haven't seen each other in 8 years, and you haven't performed any surgeries on my left ankle in 9, but I still always felt like we were in a relationship. I still have your number in my... Continue Reading →
Camino Jen 