Maybe There Will Be Cupcakes
Ginny Bartolone's Blog of Many Years
Maybe There Will Be Cupcakes
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Meanderings
My blog posts are ones that I write intentionally for non-professional publication, often without a glance from an editor before publishing them. It’s where I began, and I hope to always have a place for these free and wild thoughts.
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To read more context for the letter below, check out this post here:) Dear Pilgrim, When you arrive in the Plaza do Obradoiro, take a moment to sit on the ground. I recommend a spot by one of the pillars toward the back of the square. This is where you’ll get the best view of it
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To read more context for the letter below, check out this post here:) Dear Pilgrim, Three-quarters of the way through our walk, somewhere right before Galicia, we passed a mother and daughter having an aggressive conversation. While we’d never shared a table with them, gossip along the trail was abundant about these two. It turns out
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You’ve made it to Galicia. The bookending mountains reward you for your patience after weeks spent in the valley. You’ve entered the rainiest regions of Spain, and with that, comes a spectrum of colors never seen or noticed back home. Bathe in the pigments of Galicia.
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To read more context for the letter below, check out this post here:) An extra note this week. In the context of my book, the term “Richard Peregrino” developed as a joke with my fellow hikers about not being a d*ck pilgrim. You wish that none of this would need to be said, but we all
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To read more context for the letter below, check out this post here:) Dear Pilgrim, As you head onto the well-trodden road beyond Astorga, it will become even more apparent that you are a part of something larger than yourself. The footsteps of millions that came before you mark the way as you mark the way
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To read more context for the letter below, check out this post here:) An extra note this week. This letter lived between chapters about when I finally let myself get really angry (about a whole bunch of stuff I talked about in the book) during my 2017 hike. It was one of the best things I
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To read more context for the letter below, check out this post here:) Dear Pilgrim, The Meseta may look like a kind of purgatory when you stand on its outskirts or count its kilometers on a map. Its reputation for being too simple, empty, and stark is like saying the ocean is too blue. But, yes,
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To read more context for the letter below, check out this post here:) Dear Pilgrim, When my parents still squeezed my sister and me into frilly square-collared dresses every Sunday and marched us off to church, I’d get to sit on the floor under the pews during Mass. I’d watch the soles of the feet of
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As you fall into a natural rhythm, the resonance of your boots against the gravel will become a familiar sound. There is a cadence, a “sacred pace,” as they call it.
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You’ve made it past the Pyrenees; past the anticipation of the first steps. Ahead of you sit the Basque hills of Navarra and the fertile vineyards of La Rioja.
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