The Giant and the Mobster

“Go to Willowbunch, birthplace of Canada’s tallest man,” the camper told Coleen.
And so yesterday, we were the first, early-morning tourists knocking on the convent door that has swapped outMeer informatie
To Hell and Back

Ten kilometres … that’s the distance through The Valley of a Thousand Devils and daring to cross Hellfire Basin, not once but twice mind you.
It has been a grand and active day — a 24 km cycleMeer informatie
Back Roads

In the last few days of driving the back roads of Saskatchewan, we’ve crossed over more cattle guards than met other vehicles. Small towns post billboard-size signs marking their native sons whoMeer informatie
Sky

It’s been a long time since I’ve had an unobstructed, 360 degree horizon. These Saskatchewan skies are something to behold. Beautiful but overwhelming.
Saskatchewan Colours

From stands of bright yellow buffalo bean flowers, to spring green Cypress hills, to Canada-red serged Mounties, to the purple of liberated lilacs from Consul, to the deep black head of a lone,Meer informatie
Land of the Living Skies

Crossed the border to the Land of the Living Skies. Day one of our Cross Canada tour began with a stop in Taber to see Rod and ended in the Cypress Hills on the Saskatchewan side.
Even a Pilgrim ...

... needs to rest.
After 35 days of walking, Coleen and I are content to trade out our hiking boots for sandals for the balance of our time here in Spain. We returned to Santiago de Compostella forMeer informatie
Misty Galician Morning

We walked for 4 hours this morning and never saw a single pilgrim on the Camino Ingles. It is much less travelled than the Camino Françes and notwithstanding its name there is very little EnglishMeer informatie
Camino Ingles ... Never Stop

Unexpectedly we have a few unplanned days on our itinerary. ... what to do, what to do?
We chose to walk a section of another Camino called the Camino Ingles. This track will also take us toMeer informatie
Chasing our Shadows

We've come to the end of the world -- Finisterre.
In medieval times, the pilgrim would strip, jump into the Atlantic and burn his clothes on the beach. He would then find a clam shell, proof of theMeer informatie
The Call of the Sea

Walking down a shaded forest track I could hear the Atlantic Ocean gently lapping against the Spanish coast. It was a beautiful sound.
There is a certain symmetry to this as we began our CaminoMeer informatie
Humbled ...

It never fails.
Just when Coleen and I are patting ourselves on the back for our Camino efforts we meet someone else who wows us. Over a peregrino supper tonight we met a Belgian man who turns 67Meer informatie
He's not getting my shoes ...

Let me introduce you to John, an Irishman we met on the Way. John was attending a wedding in Paris when he decided to hike the Camino. When advised of this impulsive decision, John's friend asked himMeer informatie
I did it my Way ...

Combine 28 days, 799 kilometers, 3 blisters, one case of shin splints, numerous new friends, three cathedrals and then throw in some octopus, Galician stew, Rioja wine and almond cake and what do youMeer informatie
The Last Stamp

When I was a young lad I collected stamps which opened up my world to far off lands and national symbols. Each day on the Way we collect at least one "sello" or stamp for our pilgrim credencial,Meer informatie
Feliz Cumpleanno

On this fine day in Manitoba, Canada a beautiful baby, now woman, was born. Happy birthday Coleen.
Greetings from around the world are being sent your way from family, old friends and new CaminoMeer informatie
What makes a pilgrim?

I still haven't answered that question.
Some would argue that it involves a measure of sacrifice,. There are those who fall in the "no pain, no gain" camp. For others it is walking every mile of theMeer informatie
What's in a name?

I tried convincing 2 Italian peregrinas that my name was Juan Diego. I said it with gusto and exuberance, and a bit of a bow. They weren't buying it. Eventually when I said my name was Scott, the oneMeer informatie
Go Your Own Way

So I see a Pilgrim today walking down the trail backwards. Perhaps sun stroke ... perhaps just different strokes for different folks. But this peregrino was certainly hiking the Way on his terms.
AndMeer informatie
Look, there's a castle. ..

I love castles.
Yesterday in Ponferrada we walked the castle walls of the former bastion of the Knights Templar. Great medieval castle with a secret tunnel, turrets and pageantry. I could imagineMeer informatie
And the words of the prophet are written

... well in Spain, they are written everywhere. On Camino markers, underpasses and traffic signs. I have grown to appreciate the colours and novelty demonstrated by the Spanish graffiti artists andMeer informatie
Cross my heart

We have left the Meseta, the great plains of Spain, and have headed into the mountains. Crosses everywhere including the famous iron cross at Cruz Ferro where we left a heart stone that Coleen foundMeer informatie
Slow down ... you move too fast

Ya gotta make the morning last. Just skipping down the cobblestones. Lookin' for fun and feeling groovy.
This Paul Simon song has come to mind many times over the past 24 hours. Last night, we stayedMeer informatie
A Knight's Tale ...

It's beginning to look a lot like ... the Medieval Ages. Grand cobblestone bridges, jousting fields and all manner of statuary and signage evoking the days of knights, chivalrous deeds and quests.Meer informatie
Leon .. like moths to a flame

Medieval pilgrims and modern pilgrims alike are drawn to the Spanish cities for provisions and to be wowed by their cathedrals. Leon is no exception. An elegant cathedral with exceptional stainedMeer informatie
Sing a Song ...

I've been singing on the Way from time to time. Right now I have the Carpenters' "Sing a Song" on my Camino sing list.
Last night at an Italian albergue we were treated to a live guitar performanceMeer informatie