John O’Donohue
For the Traveler by John O'Donohue Every time you leave home, Another road takes you Into a world you were never in. New strangers on other paths await. New places that have never seen you Will startle a little at…
For the Traveler by John O'Donohue Every time you leave home, Another road takes you Into a world you were never in. New strangers on other paths await. New places that have never seen you Will startle a little at…
I had already been walking 7 hours, 15 miles and 36,000 steps and hadn’t come across a village (or café!) for the last four hours! In the distance, I saw a mirage in the form of a food truck set…
Today, I walked 8 hours, 17 miles, 37,000 steps and 42 flights of stairs (according to my phone app.) It was stunning scenery all the way and I feel wiped out but strong. I enjoyed another lovely Pilgrim’s Dinner and…
Today was a comparatively uneventful, somewhat boring, day. I left the hotel in Pamplona, stopped for a café con leche and croissant, listened to some music on my headphones (another thing I thought I’d never do on this walk) and…
I enjoyed a quiet, easy day in Pamplona. I stayed in bed until 10:00! Then enjoyed lunch of tapas and Sangria before walking into town to buy another pair of hiking socks. (I lost one in the dryer – i.e;…
Where do I begin? I’m now 72 very full hours of Camino life behind blogging and those 3 days have been filled with 3 months worth of stupefying sights and insights. I guess I’ll start with where I am in…
Well, the Camino threw me into the deep end of the “trust” pool last night to teach me how to swim in the waters of surrender . I bought a SIM card to use in my phone for the remainder…
This is just a quick not to let you know that my iPhone crashed last night (pilot error) but it is now hobbling along enough that I will be able to write again but there will be a delay in posting…
I am sitting here overlooking the valley from which I just walked four hours – three of those hours were uphill! But, I made it. My first day of walking on the Camino. I was worried about this day (and…
So, I bundle up on this cold, Icelandic morning and head out for another day of driving through a postcard. Leaving Reykjavik, I’m struck with how clean the city is. Not just as in “cleanliness” but in the very architecture.…