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 →

To Atapuerca

(Written yesterday, 18 April, but posted late due to Wi-Fi issues. Not all of the photos are uploaded properly here but I'm working on it. Sorry!) I think I got my mojo back! In early January when I was first working on hard planning for this trip, I had no real concept of kilometers or... Continue Reading →

To Belorado

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 →

To Logroño

What a beautiful morning it was today. I stayed in a great modern albergue with Kitty and Wilma in a town called Sansol. The albergue was brand new practically, and also served as the town restaurant and meeting place. The village is very cute. They also have a great sense of humor to put this... Continue Reading →

Villamajor to… somewhere?

What an amazing experience in the Dutch albergue last night. It was very hard leaving, but at the same I felt refreshed and ready to go. It's a beautiful day with no rain! Just gorgeous. Here's some smart advertising from a bar in the next village that knows its customers. Now here's something scary. Another... Continue Reading →

(Middle of nowhere) to Sansol

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 →

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 →

Dear Dr. Ankle Surgeon

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 →

Day 2: Shoot me now

Isn't that what they do to horses who have gone lame? Up up up up up up up up... oh nice, it's flattened out. SOB, up up up up up upupupupupupupup. Wasn't this supposed to be fun? Enlightening? Finding myself? Instead it was a day of frustration, exhaustion, tears, throwing up, and running out of... Continue Reading →

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