Chemo and the Cross A week before I left Newark for Bilbao, I called Mom’s doctor at her request. “I wasn’t able to hear everything he told me about the cancer,” she had said. “Can you call him and talk
This post is a continuation of Mom Approaches El Cruz de Ferro – the Iron Cross of Letting Go. By the time Mom had removed her pack and gotten out her rock from home and the rumpled copy of her PET scan,
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
Snore Journal. There was no sawing last night, only a light filing. Mom and I both got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, but the water was off. I had a devilish headache and I
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
Rabanal Someone told us that in the small church in the village there would be Gregorian chanting. Carrie and I started out in a small church, but after we’d sat there for ten minutes without anyone coming, we figured we
Walking, Thinking In the morning I got an email from someone with whom I have had a challenging business and personal relationship. This person, Pat, let us say, had just done something with implications against my financial interests, and it
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
Arzúa to Pedrouzo In Arzúa’s hostal, I slept well until the early morning. Instead of being awakened by the rustling of pilgrims, there were other noises. The sound of scuba gear, for example, with all the oxygen tanks, being dumped
