Stamps of all the albergues in this city…and a really cool building. Gnarly lookin’ battle wound that somehow seeped through my tights These past few days have …
I felt like I was walking back home in Nebraska today (except for the mountains in the background). It was a weird mix of nostalgia …
I saw a purple flower in the middle of a dirt path today. It was smothered, stepped on, crushed. All alone. Well, not alone alone. It …
Nothin’ like getting to the albergue, meaning to go out and explore the town and then falling asleep on a bench in the middle of …
Funny how plans and mindsets change so abruptly. I was so adamant on doing this alone. But sitting in the kitchen at the hostel in …
Bordeuax to Bayonne to St Jean Pied de Port. From here on out, I am looking back no more. I had a long conversation with …
There are places in this world that are simply exhausted. The streets and towns all look the same and the people are stressed and hardened …
Monthly Archives: April 2016