I’m alone on a dirt road leaving a small town when I hear a bell ringing. I turn to look and see a herd of rams coming my way. They fill the breadth of the road, leaving no where for…

Today’s challenging eight miles is hard again, but peppered with some very nice visits with other pilgrims – the kind of experience that the Camino is about in large degree. I drink a lemonade in a shade with some young…

I start the day with concern about my heels. But by the time I walk seven miles to Vizkarret, every other part of my short little legs vie for my attention – knees, thighs, calves, ankles, hips. I am in…

Took a bus the first day over the Pyrenees into Spain. I would have liked to walk the 13 miles up 4757 feet, but I have Achilles tendon injuries. Such a start would probably end my hike before it started.…

My train was late and I arrived at 11 pm, in the rain, not knowing my way around. While still on the train I watched two young men prepare their backpacks and themselves for rain. I checked the weather report…

In advance of hiking the Camino de Santiago, I spent three days in Paris, France before taking the train to St. Jean Pied de Port at the foot of the Pyrenees to begin. David and I had visited Spain and…