This blog has been silent for a long time, I know. That’s not to say that nothing has happened in my life, but there is another time to talk about that. This post is not about me.
Let’s make no mistake about who this post is about.
George Floyd. Continue reading
Once again, it’s been far too long since I’ve come here to write. Again, that’s not to say that I’m not writing. Nor is it to say that nothing has been happening. Both of those things are so far from the truth. Continue reading
When I started my Camino, I imagined that I would write and publish a live journal of sorts. I didn’t expect to do it every day, but I figured I’d write on a regular basis.
Once I started, however, I knew that the time spent thinking about each post, writing and editing it, would detract far too much from my living in the moment.
This space will serve as a live journal of sorts for my journey on the Camino Frances. It won’t exactly be live, but I’ll post as I can, going back into past days and posting what I think, feel, experience, see, etc. each day.
The train to St. Jean Pied de Port leaves in about 45 minutes. It’s strange to be here, just over 3 years after being here the first time. Because this won’t be my first time on the Camno de Santiago, I’m back to where it all began in many ways. I didn’t see how beautiful the town of Bayonne is the first time I was here. Though I only saw a bit a for a few minutes as I walked here from the bus stop, it was nice. It does help that it’s a beautiful day. Continue reading
It’s been a few days since I last wrote here. I know my last post wasn’t among the most hopeful, but it was necessary for me to say it. It was a sorting out of my thoughts and current circumstances. I just happened to do it in the public forum that is this blog. Things are better now in regard to my immediate plans. I have things more figured out.
Some may know by now, but for those who don’t, I’m traveling to Europe. Continue reading
I’m currently staying at my friend Amanda’s house in Massachusetts. She’s been kind enough to let me stay for a time while I decide what to do next and where to go. I’m truly grateful to her for her hospitality. Continue reading
This is my account of the events that took place on October 1, 2017 in Las Vegas, Nevada. Continue reading
As I write this, it’s Thursday night, and I’m sitting in the Cleveland Hopkins International Airport.
In the post Multiple Choice Life, I did my best to explain some of my desires for my life and their competing nature. I want to have a family, but I also want to travel. Perhaps those two aren’t as mutually exclusive as I see them now, but I see what I see. If the reality is far removed from my perception of it, my perception still stands.
Regardless of the accuracy of my perception, there are several reasons why I want to travel. Continue reading
On September 12, I made the 90 minute drive up to Cleveland with my cousin Dave to watch the Cleveland Indians play the Detroit Tigers. Dave and I had talked about seeing an Indians game sometime this season, and, given that the end of the regular season is approaching, time was running out for us to follow through on this agreement. It just so happens that the Indians were in the midst of a 19-game winning streak, so we had the chance to see them go for number 20, which would tie the record for the longest winning streak in American League history.