"She's going to do what?!"
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 →
(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 →
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 →
OK, I'm not panicking just yet... but I have encountered a little problem in preparing. Part of the appeal of walking the Camino is taking a break from everyday life, stopping to smell the roses, so to speak. In addition, one should prepare one's body for walking 480 miles straight -- up mountains, down mountains,... Continue Reading →
Camino Jen 