Reaching the End

Arriving in Santiago was bitter-sweet. It was sad that after all this time, our journey was at an end. It also felt disenchanting: we had this beautiful, life-changing pilgrimage only to arrive in a crowded city where camino gift stores lined the streets, wait in line for our Compostela, and feel like just a number in their booming tourist economy. We heard that a lot of the other people who we met along the Northern Route had arrived the night before, and feeling the same disenchantment, left as soon as they could book a train or bus out of there. […]

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Camino Del Norte: Experience

As we traveled on the Camino del Norte, we really began to sync with the Spanish culture. It was on this part of our camino that we were affected by “Siesta,” a break in the day when Spanish businesses close for 2-2.5 hours, around 2-4PM. This almost always lined up with our arrival into the final stop, where we planned to stay for the night. And while Siesta seems like the coolest concept ever, when you are walking the camino and you arrive to a small beach-town, starving, you get quite cranky that no stores are open, or that restaurants […]

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Camino Del Norte: First Impressions

Days 8 & 9 When we walked out of Bilbao to Portugalete, it was easy, mostly along a water access, and took us about 3-4 hours. Which means, that we got to our final destination by noon. It seemed much too quick, and at this point, I was already nervous that we wouldn’t have enough time to finish the Camino before our plane was scheduled to go back to the states. But we had to get some stuff to help us progress on our journey (Like a rain jacket for me since we were expecting a lot of rain on […]

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Camino: Bilbao

Day 7 on our Camino was a rest day. We jumped on the train the day before, Logroño to Bilbao, about 3 hours. Kelsy wanted to check out a Game of Thrones site that was about an hour away. I stayed in the city and did a little exploring. Bilbao is a magical city, I didn’t really know what to expect but the life and the people and the architecture… it feels other-worldly and completely welcoming. It has become one of my favorite cities I’ve ever been to. (I want to write a book there someday) I was feeling a little […]

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Camino: Pamplona

Day 3 We walked over 20 miles on our second day to get to Pamplona so that we would have a rest day in the Hemingway-made-famous city. We were so excited to get out and explore, the weather was beautiful and every person we talked to was incredibly kind and helpful. It was a great day of relaxing and exploring. Although we weren’t there for any special holiday (Like the famous running of the bulls), it was a beautiful city with interesting shops, delicious food (You must eat the pinchos here!) and awesome sites, like the wall that still surrounds […]

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Camino Day 1 & 2

Day 1 We made it to St. Jean Pied de Port at 10pm the previous night. Upon arriving at our first Albergue, the host advised us to run to the Pilgrim office and get our Pilgrim Passport, for a couple of reasons: 1. We could get our first stamp for that Albergue, and 2. We wouldn’t have to stand in line and delay our journey the next day. I’m so glad we took his advice because the first day was tough! (We needed all the extra time we could get!) The start: that morning we woke up at 6:30 to […]

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Camping Shenandoah

I don’t mind sleeping on the ground if it means waking up in a forest. Over the past year of Mid-Atlantic living, I have fallen more and more in love with the Shenandoah National Park in Virginia. It’s a beautiful park comprised of waves of mountains covered in thick forest and rock rivers. It couldn’t be more different than the jagged peaks of the Colorado Rockies I grew up in. But this kind of beauty is “old world” and majestic in it’s own right. Foggy mornings open to misty sunshine. And the ground never gets hard, nor the sun too […]

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First time in Asheville

If there is one place that I could pick-up and impulsively move to, it would be: Asheville, NC. Drew and I went there this weekend after our trip to Atlanta to see his cousin marry her beau in the sweetest ceremony/reception. It was lovely, but I realized that I did not take one picture in Atlanta. Not one. Part of that had to do with the fact that we stayed in Downtown which is sort of like Las Vegas (hear me out) in the sense that the only thing there is major chains and party-goers. Restaurant choices involved Hard Rock […]

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