Wednesday, November 11, 2009 at 01:46PM The bus ride to the train station in Frankfurt took an hour perhaps a little longer. I sat staring out the window observing the traffic I hadn't missed in the last four weeks. My mind was in and out of the Camino world and the world in front of me. I gave my mind the task to think about getting home, about how it would feel to
Wednesday, November 4, 2009 at 10:39PM It was Renate.
Renate, the German woman whom I had met at the airport in London at the beginning of my journey. Renate, who helped me and Anna get to St. Jean Pied de Port. Renate, who helped me feel at ease those first first few hours and days of my journey.
Thursday, October 22, 2009 at 01:35AM When we arrived at the airport I checked in as soon as Ryan Air permitted me to, which tends to be later rather than sooner in case you aren't acquainted with Ryan Air's rather unique check-in procedure. In contrast to the other two flights I had taken to get to France,
Friday, October 2, 2009 at 10:25PM When the train went by me and all I could see was the end of the last car, I felt rather numb and much like I had started my journey: alone and afraid. The speed of the train and the clacking of the tracks created a woosh of air and sound that suddenly blew over me and then quickly
Thursday, August 20, 2009 at 02:33PM It felt strange not needing to unpack the sleeping bag that night. My things lay on the floor, on the table, on the bed, on the chair, on the nightstand. My hand washed clothes were hanging on the door handle of the french doors and on the door handle of the closet. It was a chaos I would never have permitted