Everyday the Camino surprises me. Wheat fields laughing in red poppies. Spanish blue skies ruffled like flamenco dresses with clouds. Flocks of sheep crowding the path, jockeying for position in […]

The Camino is littered with broken hearts. Some so raw that they’re carried in blood soaked hands, by pilgrims whose eyes are lakes of sorrow. Some, bandaged with great care […]

Pierre-Paulo likens the experience to a musical symphony. Attempting to sleep in an alberque that is a medieval stone church, complete with arched ceilings and walls over a foot thick […]