Boarding a bus bound for Burgos, the driver opens the luggage compartment and Pilgrims toss bicycles, backpacks and poles into the cavernous space. Locals are piling into the bus, briefcases in hand. It’s Monday morning and day twelve of my…
My morning walk into Los Arcos had only been 8 kilometers from Villamayor de Monjardin. An average day on the Camino is closer to 24k. Taking a rest day to tend to my swollen foot so early in the walk…
I love summer, especially the last few waning weeks. I love the way the landscape changes as the fog lifts from the shoreline, as though Mother Nature is letting us extend our vacation just a bit. I’ve been relishing every…
“Peregrina, Peregrina we’ve been waiting for you,” said the Hospitalero – the volunteer that cares for Pilgrims at the refugee – as he ran down the embankment, past the clothes line and across the yard. “You have?” I asked quizzically….
It’s springtime in the South of France, the days are growing longer, but there is still a chill in the air. As my train from Paris whizzes by lavender fields and wheat crops that have yet to reach full height,…
My walk on The Way of Saint James began here at the Miraculous Medal Chapel, Rue de Bac, Paris, France. Mary appeared here in this chapel to St. Catherine Laboure, giving her an image we now recognize as the Miraculous Medal….