Category: Memories

Camino Photo of the Day: Santo Domingo

The Cathedral square of the town of Santo Domingo de la Calzada was crowded with Confirmands and their families and godparents. We knew we wouldn’t have much time, but we ducked into the Cathedral itself to visit the saint. His…

Little baby goat feet

There is nothing more frustrating than being at odds with yourself. We are staying at the hotel here in Villafranca Montes de Oca because… While it is sunny, it is also black. While there are rainbows, there is rain. And…

The bells of Viana

       The church bells are ringing at Santa Maria down the street. I’m in the Hostal with my foot up listening through the window to their chimes. It is not a sound you hear in the States. There are…

Listen, listen!

  Some lessons of the Camino have to be pounded into your brain.  The first word of the Rule of St Benedict is “Listen”. It’s a rule I struggle to internalize. Listening has never been my strong suit. I could never…

Listen, listen!

Some lessons of the Camino have to be pounded into your brain.  Listening has never been my strong suit. I could never wait for instructions or for people to even finish a sentence. I’m off in another direction by the…

… The agony of the feet 

Sometime in February I went too far on my feet and set off a cascade of fascia problems from my Achilles to my plantar muscles. It has been a very challenging road to recovery and my feet are still not…

French sheep say “beh”

We are in France!  After yesterday’s mad dash through Barajas and Atocha to catch our train to Pampona we met our hosts Isvan and Barbara who drove us to their albuergue near Roncesvalles. After rousing dinner conversation and a delicious…

The Pilgrims, Arm in Arm, Arrive

On this day, just two years ago, Francine and I ended the walking portion of our first Camino. This photo was taken that afternoon, as we walked into Santiago de Compostela. Next year: Santiago!