On any difficult journey, there’s a sweet spot somewhere between guilt and pride, and it isn’t easy to find.
How a window war in the albergue became a running joke—and the tie that bound our multinational pilgrim horde together for 800km and 6 weeks
A beautiful essay on grief, friendship, and very long walks, by a young Swiss pilgrim we met on the Camino in 2015.
The Camino doesn’t provide, as if by magic. It’s made out of people, and they are the ones doing the providing.
Dedicated to Anna Yegorova and my beloved авиатриссы, on the 70th anniversary of Russia’s Victory Day
The dangers inherent in unskilled renovation, unequal shovel fights, and falling in love with a piece of real estate
“She has boobs. They are perfect. She has scars. They are perfect. She has wrinkles. They are perfect.”
Pro tips on getting fed, watered, and caffeinated in the A.M. on your Camino