Tag archive for My Feet

Holy Soled – RIP

I spent the night in a quiet hotel that respected the size of my body. While comfort was present, the thoughts of breaking in the extra-large Patagonia’s interrupted my dreams. After a restless night, the new day began around 7:30 with a nice hot shower,…

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Pablo Picasso’s Dreams

Stayed in a tiny town last night and had a bit of an unpleasant experience. I stayed in a parish Albergue which means there is a shared dinner and the night is free (donation optional). There were 16 bunks in a very small room. Because…

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The “Saint of Butt Wipe”

On the 22nd, I woke up in Villamayor at a great Albergue. It was connected to a four star hotel and we had access to the facilities. Around 6:00 AM, several women tentatively approached me for a favor. The ladies room was without paper and…

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Not sure which is more callused, my head or feet

I had dinner with Angelo and Sandra last night. They were born in Cuba and left in 1966. They became engaged prior to leaving, but were not able to leave at the same time. Both had some wealth, but it was completely taken when they…

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