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
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
This is the second installment of ‘Camino Vignettes’, stories about my time walking the Camino de Santiago. You can find the first installment here. You can also read about my general overview of the Camino here.
There were several times on the Camino de Santiago that I found myself in what I’ll refer to as ‘special cultural situations’.
I genuinely appreciate every comment I receive here. Each time someone comments on a post, I am encouraged to continue writing. Occasionally, a comment really gives me pause and causes me to think. I recently received such a comment. It was so insightful that I felt compelled to write a post answering it. This is part two of my response. Again, thank you to the commenter.
I received a comment on a recent post that I want to spend some time discussing here. The comment reads:
I have always loved the idea of being a mastered traveler. I have several friends, including you, who are modern hobos, seekers, and/or travelers. Part of me loves watching their adventures and growth, but the other part of me knows how lonely it can be to be a traveler. Can you be a master traveler and still have a community/home that is fulfilling, or will you always be wandering?
The other day I was talking with a few people at my current job about coffee. While talking about different flavor profiles of coffee, we started talking about New Orleans. I mentioned that coffee from New Orleans has a unique taste because it contains chicory.