On the Camino

Santiago to Regensburg - part 4

2009-11-11T12:46:14Z

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

Santiago to Regensburg - part 3

2009-11-04T21:39:54Z

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.

Santiago to Regensburg - part 2

2009-10-21T23:35:40Z

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,

Santiago to Regensburg - part 1

2009-10-02T20:25:28Z

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

Monte del Goza to Santiago - part 8

2009-08-20T12:33:35Z

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

Monte del Goza to Santiago - part 7

2009-08-13T15:40:46Z

There wasn't so much time for journal writing on June 12, 2006, and when I read the entry for that day I see how much my mind was trying to make sense of things regarding the future and not the events at hand. As a result, I omitted something rather important

Monte del Goza to Santiago - part 6

2009-08-03T08:12:20Z

After a few more visits to restaurants that were pronounced not good enough and the sense that we were beginning to walk in circles, there was a meltdown of sorts by Claudette who stopped the group and let out her frustrations verbally. I listened carefully and caught key phrases: "this is

Monte del Goza to Santiago - part 5

2009-07-30T15:14:07Z

Marc and I walked around the city, looking into window after window of Camino trinkets and memorabilia of all kinds and sorts. I didn't want a gold shell or cross around my neck or a way marking tile to build into my home, nor a T-shirt, nor a statue, nor any of the thousands of

Monte del Goza to Santiago - part 4

2009-07-29T13:04:19Z

I am willing to concede it was probably the best paella we had the entire journey. I am also willing to concede that I would have rather have had a hamburger with french fries. Xavier was certainly happy about the paella, so maybe that was some indication of its

Monte del Goza to Santiago - part 3

2009-07-20T22:13:27Z

When we found the nearby office it was locked up as usual. It was ridiculously early after all. We put our backpacks down in the short line that had already begun to form at the door. Amazingly enough, we hadn't been the only