Hi everyone. Welcome to the latest installment of "Camino Jen vs the sun." I woke up yesterday morning in Fromista very early with the tell-tale signs of photodermatitis: itchy blistering on my right arm, chest, and chin (probably where my hat doesn't cover). It's clear that the multiple layers of my Badger Zinc sunscreen were... Continue Reading →
Sun is NOT my friend. Fromista
I feel like this is going to turn into a negative post. I am so sorry if it does, but today was a hard day. Yes, there was one hill that absolutely sucked, but that's not what made it a low day. What made a frustrating day is that my mortal enemy the sun is... Continue Reading →
My left foot
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 →
I'm not numbering the posts by day anymore, mainly because I have no idea what day it is. How long have I been away from home now? I can't even remember. London and Saint Jean feel like a month ago, but I know that's not right. I keep telling myself "last week"... So I realize... Continue Reading →
Life on the Camino once the sun comes out…
You know you're getting sweaty when you even have to wash your coin purse. YUCK!