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

Eddie

I got in bed the first night and was about to turn off the light when Fidel Castro came in, looked me in the eye and said “I will speak with you tomorrow.”… Continue reading

Sort of intro to the 12 Tribes farm.

(Just to explain, I am starting the Camino de Santiago tomorrow, and am anticipating far less internet access, so I am bombarding the blog today just in case someones want to read some… Continue reading

A couple more notes about 12 Tribes childhood.

I wanted to add a couple quick notes to the post about the children, education and whatnot.  And since I didn’t take any pictures of the kids (or people in general, sorry) here… Continue reading

It hurts so good.

Going back to traveling by myself in Europe, I have become reacquainted with an old sin. The kebab.  They are Europe’s version of our fast food hamburgers, and make me miss burritos oh… Continue reading

12 Tribes Education

At 6:00 in the morning a community member wakes you up by playing an acoustic guitar outside your window and singing a song of devotion to Yahshua (as in the ancient Hebrew form… Continue reading

Important update regarding the Africa trip

Oops, I need to update some stuff about our fundraising goals. First off, I was so focused on the first two projects we are raising money for that I made it sound like… Continue reading

Hello and good night

It’s amazing how quickly the present moment takes over the past.  I am sitting here in an apartment in Vitoria-Gasteiz, some fluffs of white dog hair in the corner, a Spanish bocadillo resting… Continue reading