There’s always more to tell. In the days the followed after Santiago, I visited Finisterra and Muxia, walking between the two, then returned to Ireland, where I eventually settled into a cottage for 18 days and painted day after day from up to 5.5 hours a day. There was a weekend before I arrived at…
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Day 33 Arzúa to Santiago de Compostela
This picture of this group of friends at dinner in Arzúa was taken just prior to the arrival of Paulina, a petite French woman in her early 20’s. She arrived at the table in a flurry. She sat down by our Canadian friend, pictured on the left, and began to overflow in French while weeping….
Day 31-32 – Miraz to Sobrado dos Monxes and on to Arzúa
I awoke at 2 in the morning and chatted with my family back home a bit and worked on my blog post. I have a ways to go. Fell asleep at 4 and awoke at 6. Up and out after breakfast at 710 and pushed myself. Made 10 km in 2 hours. The terrain was…
Day 14 – Guemes to Santander
I awoke at 430 am. Climbed down from my upper bunk in the dark, landed on my aching, complaining feet, gathered my backpack, sleeping bag, stuff sack, etc and made my away around my eleven sleeping roommates, walked outside onto the balcony and followed that to the large room where we had had our evening gathering the…
Day 13- Santoña to Guemes
Received in prayer August 31: “Son– I am ending this month with a promise I wish you to hold onto. A word which I, not you, will fulfill. You will see what I long for and experience what I am doing. You will walk with my powerful love. You will experience my light. I will walk…
Day 12 – Islares to Santoña
Today at 7 when dark still we left to begin the journey from our hilltop albergue with the great view over the sea, through Laredo to Santoña. We walked up the street from our albergue, passing the road to our friend’s campground where I had swum the previous day, and onto the 2-laned highway. I…
Day 11 – Pobeña to Islares
There was rustling in the room. Someone’s headlamp blazed as they sought their belongings. I got up. This weariness settled over me. My energy was low. My feet ached just landing on the cold tile floor. Standing was difficult yet those feet needed to carry me 24km that day that amazingly became 24 miles. I eased…
Day 8 – Monasterio de Zenarruza to Albergue Eskerika
“Dearest Brian, I am praying for you to experience the most wonderful things on this adventure. I know God will put amazing people in your path and that you will find God in the strangest places, but He will give you the wisdom to see him. I will miss you but I am so happy…
Day 6– Izarbide to Monasterio de Zenarruza
I read the scriptures for the day and this one from Ezekiel jumped off the page, where God speaking to Ezekiel had said, “Son of Man, let all my words sink deep into your own heart first. Listen to tthem carefully for yourself. Then go to your people, saying, This is what the Sovereign Lord…
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