My roommate in Barcelona is from Ponferrada, in the north of Spain, so when I told her that I was going to do the Camino, she made it clear that a stop at her parents’ house was mandatory. I arrived Wednesday morning, hungry, tired, soaked by the rain and with a few ugly infections on…
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Day 10: How Far We’ve Come
Days 5-8 were my rest days in León and they were full of some great conversations; the kind of conversations that happen a bottle of red wine in, when you and a stranger both let your guard down and you talk about your mothers and your fathers and your brothers, and men and mistakes and…
Read MoreOn Getting into Cars with Strangers
When telling the story of how I had to take a break because of my wounds, I brushed over how exactly I got myself from the small town of to the city of León. I’m coming back to it because, well, it’s quite funny if I say so myself. The nearest town that I limped…
Read MoreDay 4: Limits
Peter, Nadja and I began our day at three in the morning, so that we could walk in the light of the full moon. It was quiet and dark, and beautiful. We ran into a group that was doing the same, but was resting at the side of the road, and picked up Austin who…
Read MoreDay 3: Blood, Sweat and Tears
Today I cried. Which is hard to admit because I’m not much of a crier; I kind of get over everything quickly and I never like ruining my makeup. But, today I sobbed my tired little eyes out. I’ve done about 50 miles of walking within the last three days. My legs aren’t really sore…
Read MoreDay 2: Hippie Commune or Camino?
I started my day out at 5:40 and walked a little over 25 kilometers, about a mile less than yesterday. I walked alone for the most part, and stopped for lunch with Clara, from the Canary Islands, and Juan, from Murcia, when Juan offered me his day old bread and some wine in a water…
Read MoreDay 1: Blisters, Beer and Yoga
I wasn’t planning to write every day during the Camino, but it’s what I love to do, so I really can’t help it. My first day was exhilarating and exhausting. I walked 30 kilometers (about 18 miles), downed five beers and then did yoga in Portuguese. I started out at 6:40 am and met Nadja,…
Read MoreI’m Going on an Adventure
“What the hell am I doing.” These words played over and over in my head this morning as I drifted in and out of sleep on a seven hour train ride from Barcelona to Burgos, a city in the north of Spain. You see, I have decided to do the Camino de Santiago, an ancient…
Read MoreWhen People Visit
Visitors are exhausting. You walk around all day, spend more money than you normally would on entrance fees and metro passes and you eat constantly, and I mean constantly, just so that they can have the best possible experience in Barcelona. Over the last few weeks, I have had three visitors. I have re-visited all of…
Read MoreFútbol, Confetti and Tears- Visca el Barça!
Kristi, or KrIstanbul, whom I visited in Istanbul in March, came to visit this weekend and accompanied me to my first FC Barcelona game this past Saturday. I had waited all semester to go to a game, and with only two weeks left in my stay, it was now or never. FC Barcelona was playing Deportivo de La…
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