Camino Epilogue: Santiago to Brussels

If you give yourself 15 minutes to do something, it usually takes all day. But if you give yourself all day, well then, a lot of times it only takes fifteen minutes. This was a quote from a video that Stephanie, my girlfriend, was showing me inside our luxurious hotel...

30th Day: Palas del Rei to Arzua

The Camino is winding down. Santiago is only 43 kilometers away. Many people are looking back on their experience, trying to put all the pieces together from the last 30 days. Most people, including myself, use the Camino primarily for a self serving purpose –...

29th Day: Portomarin to Paris de Rei

They hobble into the Albergues with a limp and a cane, sometimes even two canes, or more hiply referred to as walking sticks. Slowly, the newcomers are worming their way into my heart. Even after two days, they are feeling the aches and pains of the Camino. In some...

28th Day: Sarria to Portomarin

The Camino has reached its maximum capacity today. Portomarin, my end destination, sits past the 100 kilometer mark to Santiago, so any pilgrim that would join the route tomorrow, would not be eligible for a compostela. That being said, after reaching the end of the...

27th Day: Triacastela to Sarria

It’s the little things and he had reached his breaking point. He must have, to have woken every other person up in the 8 bed dormitory. The snoring must have been driving him crazy. He curled his body over the his bed to peer into the bottom bunk below and then...

26th Day: O’Cebreiro to Triacastela

They came in droves to O’Cebreiro with their button down shirts, blue jeans and ubiquitous scallop shells. Most were not alone. Most had come in groups of 3, 4, 7, some even in groups of 20. Their feet have yet to feel the stickiness of compeed, their ears to...

23rd Day: Rabanal to Molinaseca

“We need more Peregrinos, but not TourDeGrinos”, said the Hospitalero. Her hair, which she pulled back into a ponytail, was starting to gray. She didn’t hide it. Her face, which was untouched by make-up, showed that she couldn’t have been more...

22nd Day: Astorga to Rabanal

Everybody has a story. For a German pilgrim, who I had met earlier on the Meseta (not named for privacy), his story involves his wife and a wedding ring. As we sat enjoying our 9 euro Menu del Dia at a restautant in Plaza Mayor in Astorga last night, he explained that...

20th Day: Leon to Villar de Mizarife

The click-clack of scallop shells provided a bit of background noise to the first 12 kilometers of the Camino. Andrea, from Italy, who had invited me for a San Miguel last night and a espresso this morning at the bar across from the Real Basilica San Isidoro, carried...

15th Day: Hontanas to Fromista

The morning passed by quickly, even though last night didn’t. After going swiftly to sleep, I found myself awoken 45 minutes later by a bit of a commotion. An unlucky pilgrim had a bit too much to drink and had lost his dinner all over the backpack of a...

14th Day: Burgos to Hontanas

Most of my early morning walk was spent with Andrea from Italy. I met him the very first day in St. Jean Pied de Port (although it was his 31st day, as he had started his Camino in Paris). For the past 3 days, I have been walking with a group of 9 other pilgrims. That...