Before I left on this Camino, I had gathered a bunch of small, dark grey rocks from a beach near Victoria. I painted yellow arrows on them with nail polish …
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The last half of June, 2016, I volunteered as an hospitalera in the parochial donativo albergue in Grañón, a village located in the La Rioja region of Spain. The closest …
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It’s taken me a long time to finish writing about a journey that began a year ago. Part of me wants to continue to delve into my deepest thoughts and …
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Just sitting outside in the plaza thinking. It’s 11:30 pm, late again for an hospitalera. I decided to go for a walk after oración for some solitude. I needed it …
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We walked towards each other on the Camino path. The same evening sun that lit up his tanned face warmed my back. He stopped and asked me how I was…
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When I first walked the Camino back in 2013, I likened the 800-kilometer journey to a “mini life”. There was something magical about it. It was like a microcosm. I …
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So, here we go…Ultreïa! It’s a Latin word meaning “beyond” or to keep going; to head onward and reach “beyond”. It’s a pilgrim salute like “Buen Camino”…
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“Yes and trust!” David called out to me. He had stopped and turned on the cobblestone street ten paces from where I stood at the hostel door to remind me…
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For two and a half years I lived with one foot at home and the other ready to take one gigantic leap back into Spain. It was such a struggle …
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“If only these walls could speak,” I whispered. There is such history here, even my own stories that I hold close to my heart. These walls know what happened…
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An ache in my lower back had me turning inside my sleeping bag all night. No position felt comfortable. The thin yoga mat did little to cushion…
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At 6:00 a.m. I quietly climbed out of my bunk and stuffed my sleeping bag into its sack. Downstairs, the dining room was set for a continental breakfast, but as …
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It was interesting to observe my notes from this day. Looking back at the photographs, I am in awe that I was really there walking through this stunning…
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Just outside of Uterga I managed to detour off the Camino and get lost on a road that eventually led into a farmer’s field. It seemed odd to me that I …
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When you live in a house owned by a Buddhist nun, how does one possibly get rid of a rat? Buddhists don’t like to kill anything. If it has a …
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