Category Archives: Carrie

Days on the Camino, What I Miss (Part II), and a Secret to Happiness

I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and probably what I have missed most upon my re-entry into the so-called Real World are two keys of the good life:  the simplicity of my days unfolding one day at a time, … Continue reading

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Just When You Thought It Was Over: Portugal

City of Port If you learn nothing else from this post, you will remember that Porto, also called Oporto (“O” being the Portuguese “the”) in both English and “Portuguese” (explanation of quotes below), is the second-largest city in Portugal and … Continue reading

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The End of This Way

Pedrouzo to Santiago – 18km We weren’t in a hurry this morning.  For most of the walk we went at a leisurely pace, putting me in mind of the pilgrims to Canterbury, England, who once rode their horses and donkeys … Continue reading

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Notes from Kilometer 18, Give or Take

Oy.  I am knackered.  Currently in Arca, or Pedrouzo, or Arca Pedrouzo, or Arca (Pedrouzo) – it all depends on the sign you read.  Just as whether we’ve traveled 40 or 43 kilometers in the last two days depends on … Continue reading

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Sarria to Mercadoiro to Ventas de Naron

Part 1:  Food on the Camino Monday.  We’re in Sarria now.  I have before me a bottle of wine that did not cost extra and has no label.  This makes me very nervous.  This time the “espaghetti bolonaise” came in … Continue reading

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High Up in El Acebo, We Are Served a Human Heart

Afternoon in El Acebo In the end, I did not perform much of a ritual myself at the Cruz de Ferro. It takes time to create a meaningful space, or a meaningful moment in time, and I hadn’t invested that … Continue reading

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León, Our Favorite Hospitalero, and a Brilliant Cathedral

In Burgos two nights ago, a man shouted out in his sleep, twice. I see him on the podium in Santiago. The Santa María de Carbajal Albergue In León, the Santa María de Carbajal hostel is a donativo, a donation-based hostel, and it’s … Continue reading

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Julio and Marie Anne Leave Us, So We Can Evolve

Burgos and the Museum of Evolution The cathedral in Burgos is just one of the architectural displays on hand. A local bank, the city hall, and many less famous buildings are done in beautiful style. If I had had the … Continue reading

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Belorado and Jamón

Belorado, Snore Journal.  The German word, schnarcher, better captures the enthusiasm of last night’s symphony.  Mom began it.  I wrestled with myself.  I felt badly that others were hearing her snoring, and that I might – might – have an … Continue reading

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Roncesvalles to Zubiri to Pamplona

Waking Up in Roncesvalles Roncesvalles, Spain.  Wednesday.  The monastery’s automated klieg lights flipped on at 6a.m.  Like a small child, I thought if I put my hands over my eyes, the lights would go away.  The showers operated on a … Continue reading

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