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Eureka Moments

After my Camino presentations, people often ask if there was a specific moment where the world stopped spinning, the magic sesame opens, and all of my problems were solved.  That scene only occurs in fairy tales. So often in life, people trudge through the day…

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My Feet Hurt and My Ass is Sore

All is can say is wow. In fact double wow is not enough. I woke up in St. Jean in a cramped hostel with 12 people in a room that is smaller than our bedroom. Had some coffee, bread, and began the walk. From what…

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