I see London, I see France…
Brushing your teeth with someone is an intimate experience. Usually you’re married to the person, you’re best friends, or you’re dating. Tonight I brushed my teeth with a lady who […]
Brushing your teeth with someone is an intimate experience. Usually you’re married to the person, you’re best friends, or you’re dating. Tonight I brushed my teeth with a lady who […]
We arrive to San Juan de Ortega just in time– I don’t think my body could have carried me another step. This kind of exhaustion is still completely unfamiliar to […]
In Pamplona, I felt a little guilty putting the Camino on pause, like maybe I was cheating the Way or avoiding something I was supposed to be doing. Now I […]
Well I found some more that was hiding… and promptly lost that, too.
Time has ceased to matter. The days blend together and I don’t remember what happened on which day. There was one day that we walked through a field of grasshoppers […]
This morning we woke up around the same time as the other pilgrims left. As we made our way downstairs to have breakfast, I tried to count the bottles of […]
I woke up in Zubiri on Monday morning and felt like I had been hit by a semi-truck that threw me into the path of an oncoming train. I guess […]
When I woke up this morning, I felt like a pile of cow shit. Not horse shit or sheep shit, but a big, fat, cowpie. The Spanish guys in the […]
Holy. Fucking. Shit. It really is holy, too… Tonight I’m sleeping in an ancient monastery with 100 people in one room. There are 50 bunk beds in the old hospital […]
You know those moments when you close your eyes, open them, then close them again and attempt to convince yourself that you’re not dreaming? I had that moment this morning […]