Early on yesterday, I met a local and his mid-sized dog climbing down off of the Alto del Perdón. It looked like some sort of poodle, but he assured me it was a waterdog of some sort. We exchanged pleasantries in my atrocious Spanish, and I thought that was it. We’d walk a few minutes… Continue reading When I needed a dog on the Camino
Month: May 2017
A dog’s life expectancy…please don’t remind me
When I go on a trip, especially if it’s more than a few days, the worst part is taking the dogs to the Hundepension and saying goodbye. Don’t get me wrong: I know I’m about to go galavanting around somewhere bombarding my feed with photos of the sky in some far flung locale or food… Continue reading A dog’s life expectancy…please don’t remind me
Back to the Future…Camino style
Remember these shoes from last year? I walked a whole week on the Camino, and bombarded my feed with photos and waxed philosophic about what it all meant and laughed at myself at the preposterousness of my thinking I even had a clue. Most people take a month to six weeks to walk the whole… Continue reading Back to the Future…Camino style