The moon is still a few days from full, but the Camino Characters are rolling in. Paddy is looking at art in Barcelona for a few days. I a...

(I took a nice photo to put here. Blogger does not allow me to post it. I do not know why.)  Yet again it´s San Isidro day, and yet again ...

"Reb," comes The Voice from downstairs. Paddy's voice, calm but hard on the edge. In that tone that says something is really...

You´re supposed to make tamales with a bunch of other people, with music and beer and good cheer. It is party food, tamales, or so all th...

It was a week that most would look on as a crashing bore: a hundred hardcore Catholics, gathered in a moldering seminary in a far corner o...

These are the best of times and the worst of times. The sun comes out and the flowers bloom, then the wind comes from the east to chill an...

Gone are the sweet, silent days of just us two. The trail is full of pilgrims, many of them chatting in the unique American rhythms I can ...