The next morning brought a gloom over the trail. I set out early to get some alone time and figured my friends would catch up later in the day. While strolling along the highway shoulder at 5:45 AM in the dark, a police car pulled up next to me on the highway and said something to me… Read More Camino Day 5-Hitchhiking. Villa Mayor- Logrono- 26 miles
As an aspiring writer, I’ve read that Charles Dickens was a compulsive walker, and covered distances of up to 20 miles in a day to gain clarity, inspiration, and to observe humanity. He found writing to be an overwhelming stressful task at times and he regularly took 5 hour-long walks that led his friends to think he was… Read More Camino Day 4-The Only State that matters. Puente de la Reina-Villa Mayor 23 miles
I woke up at 7 am to empty beds around me and no other pilgrims in sight. I walked at a very fast pace and ran into Silke after 2 hours of walking, content to have added a companion for the day. I learned about her thrilling major of “industrial trade and shipping” in college. She… Read More Camino Day 3-Foot pain. Larrasona- Puente de La Reina – 30 miles
I awoke at 6:30 am today, which is sleeping in for pilgrims. The day began on a forest trail and gave way to highway walking and then a small pueblo where apparently Hemingway used to recover after his week long drunks in Pamplona at the Running of the Bulls. You will learn when you come… Read More Camino de Santiago-Day Two-Settling in. Roncesvalles- Larrasona- 18 miles
I woke at 6:30 am from the rustling of bags of other pilgrims. The first day of the hike brought with it a constant slide of new people, many French, German and Korean. I passed a lot of people and it was a fun to guess group’s nationalities as I approached and say one of the… Read More Camino Day One- The Pyrenees. St. Jean Pied de Porte-Roncesvalles – 18 miles
I had been in Scotland for a week with my family where I put no planning or foresight into any activities. It was all laid out by my dad and my soon to be brother in law, a Scotsman. Terrible food and weather, lovely people. After I parted with my family in the airport, I… Read More Day Zero- Glasgow, Scotland- St. Jean Pied de Porte, France
The Sober Hombre 