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Blech, I was trying to write a post about how business is contaminating the Camino, and it is just too wordy, so instead here’s a note about soccer. I don’t know if you… Continue reading
Blech, I was trying to write a post about how business is contaminating the Camino, and it is just too wordy, so instead here’s a note about soccer. I don’t know if you… Continue reading
The formal Camino ends at the Cathedral in Santiago, but you can extend it to Finisterre. From there you can further continue to the other side of the peninsula to a small town… Continue reading
I have seen the End of the World. And to be honest…it’s actually pretty nice. Pretty severe, even harsh at times. I was surprised by the number of tourists and the tables selling… Continue reading
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
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
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
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
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
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
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