Due to a restful night of sleep, thanks to some magical Spanish wine, we woke up feeling refreshed.  Unfortunately our muscles had taken a solid hit from the day before.  My ankle was aching and poor Courtney’s foot was oddly swelling.  After hearing Juliana’s cautionary tale, we decided it was something to keep an eye…

Here I am with Day 3!  These consistent blog posts brought to you by a week long receptionist temp job. So yesterday I mentioned that I would include an angry message I sent the third morning of the Camino.  But when I went to search for it on Facebook today, the whole thread had disappeared. …

We were awoken the next morning by what I thought were church bells, but when the choir came in, I was a bit more skeptical.  The nuns of the hostel in Roncesvalles used a tape recording of choral music to get you out of bed; a trustworthy tactic to jolt the  200 hikers out of…

Three years ago today, Claire and I took off from St. Jean Pied du Port on our hike to Santiago.  Every year since, I have made an announcement that I would finally track my trip day by day; at least make an attempt to document the experience.  And every time my goal has been too…