Tag archive for St. Jean

Tres Amigos

The fifth day ended and I was devouring ice cream in front of the albergue.  I heard a man loudly talking on his cell phone. He said, “I have three bunks reserved.  Two on the bottom and one on the top,  I will take the…

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The First Chapter

At the Madrid Airport, I noticed just one other person with a backpack.  On the Pamplona train, there were two.  The entire bus to Roncesvalles was full of future El Camino de Santiago pilgrims.  After 30 hours of travel from Boise, Idaho, I was finally…

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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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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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