One of the more memorable happenings of my entire pilgrimage came I made a wrong turn while exiting the town of Saint Chely and walked in exactly the wrong direction for many hours before realizing my mistake. Devoutly believing in the principle of “never going back” the way I had already come, I shrugged my […]
It was some four days later when, after a very long day of foggy-misty walking, I stumbled into the town of Beduer; a town where no amenities were at all available for a Peace Pilgrim like myself. It was starting to get dark and the rain was beginning to fall and I was thinking I […]
And then it was, after another five days of walking, that I came to the town of Espalais, and rediscovered how Home both looked and felt. For here is where I came across the phenomenal Gite of Le Par Chemin (at the time run by the lovely couple Frederic & Muriel) – a place where […]
And then it was thereafter that I finally, after some 6 weeks of walking all the way across the entire country of France (not to mention the month it had taken me to get from Stuttgart and down the length of Switzerland to the French border), arrived at the blessed destination of St. Jean Pied […]
Just a few days later I entered the town of Azqueta, and was deeply blessed to spend that night in La Perla Negra (The Black Pearl) – a cozy & loci g hostel that proved to as much a rarity as its namesake. For rarely indeed have I ever known such gentle warmth and sincere […]
And then onward I walked & walked, across the dusty yet beautiful expanse of northern Spain … “Yearn not for the easy path, but rather for the right one. For ‘easy’ and ‘right’ are almost never compatible. The moment you choose to boldly begin your truer journey, the entire Universe will begin to revel in […]
And then a few days later I wandered into the oasis-like village of Hontanas, where I was asked by a local hostel-owner to remain for an additional day – greeting previously met pilgrim-friends as they moseyed after me into town, helping local saint Father Fran serve the community’s small indigent population, and even offering a […]
And then, after another long four days of walking, I paused in the town of Bercianos to retape the only pair of shoes I would use for the entirety of my Walk … “Humility is a perfect quietness of heart. It is to expect nothing to be done for oneself, to wonder at nothing that […]
One more full day of walking the found me in the town of Orbigo, where I intuitively followed the signs that led to Albergue Verde (The Green Hostel) – not knowing whether I would be received there at all, much less with any open-hearted generosity. The hostel was located more than a ways off the […]
Another two days passed, and the Sun was beginning to set when I found myself entering the city of Ponferrada. As it turned out I was one of the very last pilgrims to pull into the Albergue De Peregrinos San Nicolas De Flue. After being warmly welcomed by the hospitaleros on hand, I assumed (due […]
Even at my fatigue-infected pace it only took me one more day to hobble into the village of Pieros and down to the wayside hostel of El Sorbal y La Luna (translation: The Rowan Tree & the Moon). And no sooner did I round a small bend and enter its foyer-garden enclave than I felt […]
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