I grab the remote and hurl it across the room. I’m furious with myself. My life is narrowing. To nothing. I’ve allowed the back pain and chronic migraines that have dogged my life for the past 30 years to gain the upper hand. As I pull the duvet over my head in bed, I have a vague sense that my instinct will work some magic overnight
Read MoreCenturies-old albergues have shuttered. The song of cathedral bells has fallen silent. The age-old pilgrim greeting “Buen Camino” is heard no more. Today, our beloved path, the Camino De Santiago, lies empty and still. But do not lose hope, pilgrim. For a thousand years, we’ve walked this path and we will walk again.
Read MoreThe Camino is a parable. It is a living parable and reality at the same time. As in life, it is a path one travels both inwardly and outwardly, within the allotted time each day gives. And like the journey of life, if you allow it, The Camino will inhabit you, transforming you into a pilgrim with each step.
Read MoreJack grew up so much on that walk. He sat at dinner and conversed with people his grandparents age, just as he would have with teenagers. He met people from all over the world. He learned some Spanish. He learned how to get by with only what is in your backpack.
Read MoreI had not had a rational thought in weeks due to the exhaustion of care giving, combined with the searing pain of grief. That sudden burst of inspiration cut through the dark sky of my mind with the clarity of a brilliant sunrise, and I knew it was something I had to do.
Read MoreMany beautiful murals grace the walls of buildings along the Camino. Seth, our amazing photographer, captured this masterpiece in Belorado last May on one of our road trips. Hope you like it. It’s one of our favorites.
Read MoreConnecting deep in our relationships is almost a bygone memory in today’s era of quick text messages, emails and posts on Facebook and Instagram. Social media tends to show only the good things that happen to us, often portraying only our best side. But walking far and connecting deep with each other reminds us of a fuller, more enduring joy. We see one another again, honest and true.
Read More“…I was instantly enchanted with the rugged beauty of the countryside, the grandeur of the towering cathedrals and the warmth of the people. My tummy was enchanted with the Tortilla de Espana — muy enchanted.”
Read MoreEach step brought fresh, angry protests from deep inside the wool-lined toe-boxes of my new hiking boots. A little rude, but they had a point. My blistered toes, still traumatized from yesterday’s descent down the backside of the Pyrenees, had been howling their seesawing lamentations all morning long; first left, then right.
Read MoreYou come to expect magic living on the Camino. The other evening, as Sharon and I strolled along the picturesque Espolon that runs through the center of Burgos along the Arlanzon river, a little of that magic splashed on us.
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