A few days ago, I was walking along the Seine River and observing the new construction of Notre Dame de Paris. Most of the work being done right now is on the inside of Notre Dame’s building and not seen as much from the outside. There is still debate on the final plan of Notre…
Here I am. Right here. Ici. A few months ago, I moved to Paris. It has been a dream of mine for a very long time. A dream that burned in my heart, but in my head I could never figure out how it could possibly work out. In all earnestness, I’m still not sure how…
Approaching the cathedral in Santiago last Saturday, I was filled with awe and gratitude for the journey I had just experienced but I was filled even more with a longing to continue. My Camino did not feel complete. As I considered the true purpose of my pilgrimage, I knew approaching Santiago and the cathedral were…
Well, I crossed the marker for the last 100kms yesterday and I am not nearly ready for this experience to end! If given a week to rest, I think I could turn around and do it all over again. I’ll post more later about some of the experiences and reflections from this journey, but here…
For many months, I’d been planning to be in Los Angeles for this weekend and go to the Sound of Music sing-a-long at the Hollywood Bowl with Lucas, Ane & Michelle. Well, the Camino changed that plan, and while I miss that time with those three I still find myself surrounded by music. Music on…
Burgos! What a beautiful city! Once a very wealthy and powerful city, it now still thrives in the remains of its glory days. I took a rest day there and spent two nights. Could have easily spent more days there absorbing its beauty and enjoying a sangria or two. Below is a few pictures from…
Last night, I stayed in a village named Granon. I went there because I wanted to stay in a particular albergue (hostel) that was in a church. It was a longer walk that day…27km. I didn’t know much about the albergue but I was determined to stay in it. Granon is on this lovely hill…
Up and Down. Up and Down. Seriously, I could not guess how many mountains and hills I have walked up and walked down. By this point, though, it is a given that of course there is going to be another hill around the bend of the Camino. And I hope I don’t live to regret…
The cackle of the roosters call out to Pamplona “Wake up! Wake up!” I had planned to sleep later this morning, but I feel enlivened with words for these past three days. So I am embracing the call of the roosters to share my words, The first day was hard. Very hard. Left lovely St.…
There is a line from The Muppet Christmas Carol that has been running through my mind these past few weeks. “Life is made up of meetings and partings; that is the way of it” said by Bob Cratchett (played by Kermit the Frog, of course). I have come to believe that when the goodbyes are…