I had a great day of walking, though not a lot to report. The landscape is beautiful but starting to look the same. What do I take pictures of anymore? Such a weird mental space to be in -- the journey is fascinating and the landscape is beautiful, but is any of it distinct anymore?... Continue Reading →
Estella to Montjardin
The day-- I left the albergue this morning with Kathleen and the Texas sisters after the ladies running it literally moved us out the door at 8 am and locked it behind us. There we were in the drizzle, trying to put our wet, muddy shoes back on (we're pretty sure the outside shed they... Continue Reading →
Day 8 (really?): Mañeru to Estella
Despite my best attempts, I did not get to update as I went along today. Here's my best shot before I drop the phone into my own face dozing off again. The strangest thing about the Camino is how you can separate from new friends one day, then run right back into them the next.... Continue Reading →
Day 6.2: Amo Pamplona!
Seriously, I'm in love with this city. The rain was nonstop all day so I spent much of it inside, but I'm ok with this because I'm going to come back with Al sometime. He loves York; he will love Pamplona even more (bulls!). After lunch, I finally found Plaza des Toros. I was circling... Continue Reading →
Day 5.2 and Day 6: Pamplona!
Never in my life have I ever just walked down a mountain and strolled into a major city before. Never. What a strange experience to go from muddy hills/mountains/flooded paths/rushing creeks to... city. The metropolitan areas I know well must have an edge somewhere as well. Where exactly is the edge to the Seattle area,... Continue Reading →
Day 5.1: Wet rural climbing
The morning getting out of Zubiri started out well. First, because the cash machine in town was out of order, I tried to have the largest breakfast I could muster at the cafe across the street knowing they take credit cards. Bob from outside Toronto and I were there at 6 am sharp thinking the... Continue Reading →
Day 3: Aprill Shoures Soote
Whan that aprill with his shoures soote The droghte of march hath perced to the roote. I kept thinking of the first few lines of the prologue of the Canterbury Tales today (and to be fair, I was often reminded of them by other Americans I would meet who would immediately launch into reciting them... Continue Reading →
London – Bordeaux – Bayonne – Saint Jean PdP
Planes, trains, and automobiles. 1. London to Bordeaux via EasyJet: ok, I love EasyJet. Fast and efficient check in coupled with a "hey everyone, you know your seat number so just get on the plane like adults" attitude. Even if we were an hour late taking off thanks to the baggage guys accidentally destroying someone's... Continue Reading →
The gift of the pain-in-the-rear phone
I have grown to really hate Apple. Seriously. Why are they now making us pay $700+ on payment plans tied to our phone service for their little pocket computers that only last 12 months at the most? Or at least that's how long they seem to last for me. Example: my current iPhone 6+ is... Continue Reading →