9/27 We arrive in the outskirts of Burgos mid-day. There was Camino talk of danger in the outskirt […]
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9/26 Another day is blurring into the heat and the speed with which Clara and I walk through […]
9/25 Stella: Hi C, I hope your morning is going well! Hot still I see 🙁 I hope […]
9/24 Breakfast at Virgin de Guadalupe is buttered toast with marmalade, a small glass of juice, and café […]
9/23 At dawn, out front of the albergue, I adjust my pack to make sure I can reach […]
9/22 Even before dawn it is evident the day will be hot. The main street that the night […]
9/21 The best part of Logroño is my dinner with Thomas. He begins calling himself the Castilian Tomás […]
9/20 I’m up before dawn having slept early the night before. The solitude, the fresh morning, the edge […]
9/19 The dark comedy of the Camino is discovering the tragedy of the Camino, the truth. My truth: […]
9/18 I wake with a headache but enjoy the permission I give myself to take it easy. I […]
9/17 The walk from Pamplona to Puente La Reina is long. Even with the easy day in Pamplona, […]
9/16 A group of us walk into central Pamplona and head straight to a pastry shop for coffee […]
9/16 Today is a play day. A gift to myself for getting here. I’m hoping this will resolve […]
9/15 The day to day walking schedule I keep is based upon the guidebook by John Brierley. I’m […]
9/14 My wake-up time is dependent upon when coffee becomes available. (I checked the night before.) I dress […]
9/13 The hostel bathroom is like one you’d find in a gymnasium, maybe a medieval gymnasium! Multiple toilets, […]
9/13 Lost. The road I walk curves around and soon meets a dirt trail. The official Camino pathway. […]
9/13 The bunks in the dorm room looked to be arranged by bad Tetris players. No matter, the […]