Spotted just outside Saint Come d’Holt. Note the beer holster, keeping one within reach, and two more tucked safely in the bag, just below the Camino shell. … More How the French Camino (Almost Wordless Wednesday)
Small and weathered, with tiles missing from the roof and patches of stone visible in the thick, unadorned walls, it didn’t look like anyone had visited, let alone worshiped here, for centuries. Yet of course it was unlocked. … More The Chapel in the Middle of Nowhere
Here are the three small hacks I made to my Camino packing, based on the advice of pilgrims who went before me, that made a world of difference almost every day. … More 3 (Almost-Weightless) Camino Packing Hacks
In a world that’s increasingly polarized between “us” and “them,” where “them” is often an enemy not worthy of respect, the Camino is different. … More “We’re All In The Same Boat Here” (Video)
Before we left for our Camino, people would ask me what place I was most looking forward to visiting, and I would always say Pamplona. Partly, I admit, that’s because it was the only name I recognized. I looked at maps with words like Moissac and Castrojeriz, and drew blanks. The books told me that … More Pamplona (A Photo Tour)
Our first few hours, and then days, of post-Camino life were almost comically awful, and an opportunity to practice a few of the lessons and skills we’d picked up… … More The Rough Return to Real Life
I end up talking about the Camino so often that I’m making it official: I’m going to teach a class. … More I’m Teaching a Camino Class!