Monday, June 15, 2009 at 10:42AM Standing in the albergue and I can hear Claudette's voice telling Marc and me that we are going to make the salad for the evening. Paulo's face is lit with animation across the dinning room as he explains to the group of young German pilgrims the proper way to cook pasta. The bare legs of pilgrims walk this way and that while I try
Thursday, June 11, 2009 at 01:08PM I woke up in a strange way the next morning. I heard a voice from far away in my head coming closer and closer but never getting clear enough to understand. At the same time I was aware of the heavy weight of my deeply relaxed breathing. It was as if I was grounded to my mattress. The voice was coming from somewhere
Tuesday, June 9, 2009 at 10:38PM Marc told me a story. It was a story I knew and had heard before, but when he started to speak it sounded different than the story I knew, and I had some kind of sense that it was coming up and out and across his lips from a place I hadn't heard from him before. I don't mean to suggest anything supernatural but I do wish to convey
Tuesday, May 12, 2009 at 02:17PM Three years ago today I started my journey on the Camino. It's strange how easy it is to project one's mind back in time and to recall all sorts of minutiae about that day. The memory that amazes me most about that day is my ability to call up the sensation of how my body was moving over the narrow streets at St. Jean Pied de Port with
Monday, May 4, 2009 at 11:58PM After this second crisis in one day, the temporarily split into two camps: those going to Ribadiso and those going on with Xavier to wherever. Marc returned at some point to tell me he was going to Ribadiso. "Okay," was what I had to say. It didn't surprise me