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Books, Books, Books!

This is a fun heads up! I’m starting a new series of guides to the Camino. The first will be a guide – specifically for English-speaking pilgrims – to the Cathedral of Santiago de Compostela. You can read lots of guides. They’re dense, filled with numbers, how high the towers are, when the building went […]

On Becoming a Pilgrim

I’m on the threshold, in the doorway. It’s a clear metaphor, of course, just describing a liminal space – you pick one side or the other, or you stay there. Do I back in and stay safe or do I step out and go on an adventure. It’s not unlike “Do I buy tickets or […]

A Pilgrim’s Take on Taking a Tour

But in every day, there is the walking and that’s what I have come to realize is the very thing that keeps bringing me back, time and again.

What Is Your Obligation?

When I came back home with my very first Compostela, I went to Mass not far from my office and asked the priest after Mass to hear my confession. I was completing a circuit that had started on Christmas Day 2010 when I flew from New York to Madrid to catch a bus to Sarria […]

From Blogger to Camino Author

I guess it started with a little Nora Ephron movie that I watched on TV over Christmas in 2011. Julie Powell is a New York writer who started writing a cooking blog on a now-closed website called Open Salon. She caught the attention of the New York Times and collected many followers until finally her […]

So, What Does It Take? Walking, I Mean

For the past few I don’t know how many months, I have belonged to about a dozen Camino groups on Facebook, followed another dozen or so names on Twitter, and “hearted” many images from Camino folks on Instagram. I’m seeing a running thread. Am I ready to walk the Camino? In many ways, this is […]

Snuggling In with the Ancestors in Neda

American cemeteries are lovely. Parks with landscaping, trails, trees, paths. We tend to choose burial sites in a couple of ways – our family is there, we like the spot, there’s a nice view, maybe an old tree. In most instances, though, we are buried alone in our box. The cemetery in Neda, along the […]