The dipping sun is the perfect backdrop to my sugar high. I have been salivating over the waffle stalls, but then politely declining for far too long. Within moments I have devoured the satisfying treat and Filippo and I are headed arm-in-arm towards the museum district. From beyond the bare trees, the sun, being sure not to wear out its welcome, is at the optimal level to create a dramatic light scene. Thick beams cut through the bicycle axels and envelop the amateur skaters stumbling on the seasonal ice rink. Read more
We’re tracing the bicycle-lined canals making our way towards the city center and sure enough, there he is, with his staff and hat with the scallop shell. Really he’s more like a pal now, a familiar face, however far from home I may be. Only a few minutes into our Amsterdam adventure for the day and Santiago is there to greet us, maybe to remind us why we are even here together in the first place. Read more
Filippo and I had just arrived back to Brussels after a lovely day in Bruges when I got the best travel surprise. Thanks to Facebook, I found out my dear Swedish friend, Therese, from my first Camino just so happened to be a mere forty minutes away in Antwerp. We were on the phone in a matter of minutes making plans for the following day. Read more
The Sunday after Christmas Bruges was ablaze with tourists. After 45 minutes searching the city for a parking spot, Filippo finally settled on a nice piece of sidewalk under a bridge. Crossing ourselves, as if God would spare us from an illegal parking ticket, we set off to explore charming Bruges. Read more
After many unlucky attempts at getting out of Cleveland, I finally hit standby gold, a First Class seat to Brussels. Thanks to the few hours of horizontal sleep I manage, I land into the arms of my favorite Camino souvenir, Filippo, relatively refreshed. Brussels blesses me with a rain-free day, though chilly day. Thankfully, Filippo blocks the wind as we gracefully weave through traffic on his motorbike. I count in my head the years it took for the mental image of myself holding on to the waist of a European as we meander through the commotion of town to come to fruition. I’m living. Read more
I don’t think that my homesickness for the Camino will ever fade. It holds such a special place in my heart, as I know it does for all who have walked its stunning, spiritual path.
While I snapped tons of photos on my journey, my only regret is that I did not take more video to capture the many steps and changing landscapes. Had I had plans to make a little film, I would have hit the record button dozens of times more.
Nevertheless, the moments I did capture on my iPhone were enough to weave together a sweet little story of some of the Camino’s many faces and places. Makes me smile every time I watch.
Do you want to walk the Camino now?
After nearly a year of rest days, I anxiously journeyed back to where I had painfully (literally and figuratively) parted ways with my fellow peregrinos. This arrival via bus from Madrid however, lacked the “weak in the knees” feeling (again both literally and figuratively) of my first meet and greet with the charming Castilian city. Read more
Summer certainly held her grip, but alas fall is here again and I’m left pondering where to begin when I am already so many months behind. To say my summer was epic, just sounds too cliché, but it was just that. It was a summer of worldly adventure that no doubt left permanent marks on my heart. The kilometers I crossed on foot, by plane, and tuk tuk tell tales that will forever remind me of the life I want to shape for myself. To summarize, it was my summer of “Eat, Pray, Love.” Read more
When the lovely Cat of Sunshine and Siestas asked me to participate in Travel Supermarket’s Capture the Color contest, I finally had some motivation to put aside the piles of teacher and grad school work to get back to my neglected little blog. After a life-changing summer of travel, I have a book’s worth of stories to share from Spain and Southeast Asia and it’s time to get started. Read more