For the next three days I passed through several small, still-sleepy hamlets before finally rounding a gentle bend and coming upon Isabel’s lovely little coffee stop hostel. I was fully enamored by the warmth emanating from the same and walked quietly into its snuggly courtyard, intending only to snap a few photos and be on […]
And then it was that I entered the tiny wayside hamlet of O Rio, rounded a gentle bend in the road, and glanced to my left to see a small pilgrims’ rest-stop that beckoned for a rest. And so it was that I indeed decided to pause there for a time and sit in the […]
Then, after passing into & through the traditional destination-city of Santiago itself, I smoothly continued onward towards the coast … “Every quest takes places in both the sphere of the actual, which is what maps reveal to us, and the sphere of the symbolic, for which the only maps are those unseen in our hearts. […]
And then it was that I did indeed finally arrive at the first of my Adventure’s essential destinations – walking through the city of Finisterre and on to what used to be known as “then end of the world”: the very westernmost tip of the western coast of Spain. Tears of gratitude and joy welled […]
After it had become clear that hitchhiking on a cargo ship was not going to be feasible or fluid, I returned to Santiago, where a previous offer of transportation to Madrid (and thereafter by plane to the States) was waiting for me. And upon arriving once more in that glorious city, I immediately r33ceived confirmation […]
After a series of humbly-received generosities allowed me to make it across the ocean and arrive in New York City by plane, I was blessed to remain in Brooklyn for a handful of days with my dear friends Sam & Matt (and their two children, Sidney & Cecelia) before again setting forth on the final […]
While I knew going in that the walking was probably going to be much more difficult in the United States, I was in no way properly prepared for just how uncomfortable (and at many times downright scary) walking along America’s often shoulder-less highways proved to be … “When your efforts run in the face of […]
This was one of my favorite things done on the entire Walk: regularly rescuing butterflies who had been dazed by the violent rush of highway traffic … “One of the worst things you can do is put supposed kindness out into the world while expecting to get it back. For this isn’t real kindness at […]
Even though the walking was extremely difficult for these last 40 days, and even though more than most of the people I encountered then had no interest whatsoever in me or my peaceful message, I was regularly reminded that there is great Goodness within the Souls of all my fellow humans – and this, regardless […]
And then it was that I wandered into the wonderful town of Radford, Virginia, where I first remained for many a blissful hour at the Radford University library – so many hours in fact that the sun was on its way to setting by the time I departed and made my way back onto The […]
I then made it to the final state of my multi-nation Walk – finally crossing its last man-made border and entering Tennessee … “Our doubts are the vilest traitors, continually striving to make us lose the good we oft might win,merely by fearing the attempt … Courage is, of course, the opposite. Courage is doing […]
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