Today is the unofficial last day of summer. It’s also my birthday, so there are several reasons to kick back and enjoy a tinto de verano, the wine of summer.
A Santiago cake? Yes, please. It was delicious. Simple and nutty, not too sweet. And when I came home, I had to figure out how to make it.
The 3am crack of thunder woke everyone in the room. Not that anyone said anything, of course. But I could hear the change in breath, the awareness as ten pilgrims listened to the rain outside the two single-pane windows and thought about the coming day. We were in Astorga, a city of moderate size tuckedContinue reading “Mulled Wine and Hailstorms”
Every village of the Camino de Santiago has at least one cafe for the thousands of pilgrims who pass through. So you’re never far from food.
This week is Thanksgiving in the U.S.—a day of family and gratitude and food. Lots and lots of food. So let’s talk about food on the Camino—and specifically this time, how we ate in France. (Our experiences in France and Spain were distinctly different. That’s cultural, somewhat, but mostly it stemmed from how many pilgrimsContinue reading “Eating Our Way Across France”