Día Doce / Day Twelve

Where to start... Maybe with: the timely touch of a friend is good for the soul. The morning was misty and quiet as I left the albergue with my Italian posse. As per usual, we stopped at the first cafe we came across for an espresso and excuse for a rest. Jess and Janey walked … Continue reading Día Doce / Day Twelve


Día Once / Day Eleven

I don't like grief. I don't like death, or break ups, or the loss of a loved one in any capacity. It's a pretty shitty thing, but I think I'm slowly getting better at it. I read a story once about how grief comes in waves - at first, they just about drown you and … Continue reading Día Once / Day Eleven