Travelogue

The interior of the cathedral is crumbling. I can’t say that I’d even call it a cathedral, more of a […]

Astorga to Rabanal is a lovely walk. Today was marked by the messages, inscribed on stones, and left along the […]

The meseta is long and hot. After two weeks toiling through mountains and rolling hills, over rocky terrain and ankle […]

The meseta is long, and hot. The Way stretches off, through endless waves of grain blown by oceans of invisible […]

Everyday the Camino surprises me. Wheat fields laughing in red poppies. Spanish blue skies ruffled like flamenco dresses with clouds. […]

The Camino is littered with broken hearts. Some so raw that they’re carried in blood soaked hands, by pilgrims whose […]

Pierre-Paulo likens the experience to a musical symphony. Attempting to sleep in an alberque that is a medieval stone church, […]