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
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
We started out beside a surprisingly busy highway under damp grey skies. The morning was a more reflective one than we seemed to have had so far; the cool, fine mist that hung low over us was perfect weather to turn inward and walk with our own thoughts for a while. I guess this is pretty natural … Continue reading Día Diez / Day Ten
Today wasn't captured by many photos, but it was captured in many moments. I woke a little grumpy again - sore body, not enough sleep, semi-tired of facing the same thing schedule again, and my friends came to the rescue. Domenico is a funky Buddhist Italian who is teaching me words and ideas and that penne … Continue reading Día Nueve / Day Nine
I am tired. I am even bordering cranky.. I need more sleep, but I need to walk. I've been walking for over a week now, and moved my poor tired feet two hundred kilometres across a country. That photo is totally just for show. I'm not that happy in real life. In real life, my toes … Continue reading Día Ocho / Day Eight
I know you're all dying to read the next post - sorry for the wait; I didn't have wifi at last night's albergue. It was attached to a beautiful old cathedral and works by donation (generally we pay 8-12€ a night), so was a little old-school and totally sweet. For dinner we had a community … Continue reading Día Siete / Day Seven
No one day is the same as the next. Maybe this is why we should always be thankful for today: there will never be another exactly like it, and we can never really know exactly what to expect. It seems everyone started out early today to beat the merciless sun. We were walking just after … Continue reading Día Seis / Day Six
Oh man. I am a summer girl through and through. Ten times out of ten I'll choose hot over cold, regardless of how hot, how dry, how humid, when, where, all those details... I love the heat. I thrive on it! But Saturday, 13th August 2016, is apparently an exception. Italians have a brilliant way … Continue reading Día Cinco / Day Five
Today we set out from Pamplona. As we left the city walls (yes, the city is surrounded by stone walls - complete with watchtowers and a drawbridge - so epic!) we could see big windmills dotting the horizon. Walking towards these and seeing them get closer and closer and closer until you pass right underneath … Continue reading Día Cuatro / Day Four
Life on the Camino is so fluid, so transient. I am meeting such amazing people, experiencing such priceless moments, seeing such magnificent sights that I want to hold on tight and soak up all the goodness! However, i have to remind myself that when I hold on tight, my heart can't possibly be as open … Continue reading Día Tres / Day Three
"The world is full of friends I have yet to meet." - myself, last blog post Man, I'm wise. I feel like that could almost be a quote for this trip, as I keep meeting people that I find I have a connection with so quickly over here! Last night I splurged a little and … Continue reading Día Dos / Day Two
How do I put into words the beauty and majesty of all I saw yesterday? Even the most eloquent descriptions could not do it justice. The morning was fresh, but it was a welcome coolness. We started out with a fine mist, and ascended the Pyrenees walking through thick clouds. Yesterday's leg was supposedly the … Continue reading Día Uno / Day One
Today was another beautiful day in paradise. Mondayitus? Not even on my radar. It started with a typical French brekky (croissant, baguette, orange juice and black coffe -great combo!) with Alice. Then I got to facetime my parents and simultaneously have a wuick love affair with a puppy called Maya. We jumped on a train … Continue reading ¡Buen Camino!
