Monthly Archive: June, 2010

Como se dice "squat"?

The Camino de Santiago is, among other things (more significant) a cheap way to travel in Spain.  The albergues (pilgrim hostels) generally cost about 5 euro per night, and often have kitchens so… Continue reading

Facing death by Beethoven and Babe.

I was singing the cheery song from my last post (the one about not dying from contaminated water) yesterday when I came upon another one of the tiny towns that dot the camino.… Continue reading

Today’s Deep Thoughts on the pilgrimage.

So walking the Camino is a form of meditation, and a great time for introspection, but I’d be lying by omission if I let you think I was over here pondering The Mysteries… Continue reading

A quick note on Africa projects and fundraising

We have almost made it to our first fundraising goal!  The de-prisonification of the day care and orphanage and supply delivery to the new center in Zambia are almost certain.  Thank you each… Continue reading

Introducing USA versus Belgium fundraising race.

In the spirit of friendly international competition (I’m loving the World Cup, go Ghana!) I’m challenging Belgium to a fundraising race. My unbearably lovely co-fundraiser has been making fabric flowers, which have been… Continue reading

Made it to Santiago, and some of the people along the way.

I finished the French Way of the Camino de Santiago. I started on a chilly morning in Pamplona in late May and finished on a bakingly hot afternoon in late June.  Over 700… Continue reading

My last night before Santiago

After all those steps, sweating and freezing in turns, and trying my hardest to remember how incredible it all was the whole way, I found myself on the last night before arriving in… Continue reading

El Camino de Santiago

I have walked around six hundred kilometers over the last three weeks or so, and have just over a hundred left to my destination, though from there I intend another hundred to the… Continue reading

El Baston

One of the traditional instruments of the pilgrim is the baston.  (That should have an accent on the o.)  It is basically a walking stick, to help pass the miles, but is also… Continue reading

This morning on the Camino de Santiago

This morning I wake up in a I-don’t-even-know-which century monastery in the tiny town of Samos, Spain.  The lights flip on at 6:30 (which is as late as I have yet managed to… Continue reading