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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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…
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 …
“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…
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 …
“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…
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…
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 …
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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