After Saturday’s somewhat somber post, I thought I should offer a brief update after an excellent Sunday. The weather here has been remarkable the past few days, with clear, blue skies and no wind at all. Quite a change from the first few evenings, when wind was rattling the foundations of my cabin and the rain obscured the views of the mountains around me. Yesterday...
Today was my first difficult day of the trip, and one of those moments when I wish I were a better writer, more able to convey what I experienced and why it affected my day so much. The day started with a drive into Liegarnes, the largest town close to where I’m staying. On the edge of town, I was stopped by my first Spanish traffic jam : a group of young...
I’ve made an excellent choice. While I suspect being off in the mountains alone for a few weeks, with limited Internet and contact with others, might not appeal to some, and the idea that I can disconnect may seem quite surprising, I’m already in love with this place. It’s incredibly beautiful: if the photo of the bridge leading to the beginning of the Camino de...
My inclination is to apologize for not writing an update sooner, but as I’m not really sure anyone is following this and apparently every person who walks the Camino has the same experience of starting off writing and photographing extensively only to see both fade. Given that I am attempting to write this on a bus to Santander and the past few days of relatively...
My first day on the Camino was arduous and exhilarating all at once—and only slightly interrupted by disaster! When I left St. Jean Pied de Port this morning, the city was covered in a light fog that stretched out for the first hour before the sun burned it away, revealing a verdant, lush set of valleys and hills that I eagerly set out to cross. I even found myself...
I really only had one full day here in Bordeaux, with a late plane arrival last night and an early train departure tomorrow, but really enjoyed spending the day wandering the city with no particular agenda in mind nor even a map in hand. It’s a remarkable city, with so many preserved buildings, very old Cathedrals and churches, a pronounced Mediterranean feel...
The weather was grim the whole time I was in Bergen, a city that certainly reminded me that I am not terribly tall.
I normally follow the belief that there is no scene in the world improved by my presence in it, so you will never see a photograph of me in front of the Eiffel Tower or some towering Glacier. Beard selfies aside, I generally don’t photograph myself very often, but two evenings ago, standing at what seemed like the edge of the world, it was hard to resist. After...
Given that this is my third trip to Iceland in as many years, people are always interested to know what I love so much about the country, and I’m not sure that I have ever been able to give a complete answer. As I was driving with a new friend from France today, though, I think I started to stumble towards an answer. We were talking about the difficulty of taking...