Friday 23rd of July 2004 I caught a plane to Paris from Dublin. It was summer, I was happy as I had just finished my first year of university. I was a mature student and loved the opportunity I had to study full time, something I had avoided when I was younger. I was setting [...]

I walked one day in sadness – I can’t remember why. However the day sticks in my mind as an old Spanish mans actions changed my thinking. It was one of those horrible days, walking along the side of roads for a long time – it didn’t happen often. I was alone, and perhaps in [...]

It was where I was heading, as was everyone else on this pilgrimage across northern Spain. Each city was different, Leon is a pleasure, Burgos has a dreadful 9km walk through the industrial part of the city. Pamplona was too early to take much notice of, I was only walking a few days and my [...]

I met Mathias a day or so before Pamplona. He looked very strange with his dreadlocks, small rucksack and guitar. He almost had the homeless look about him, but he was young, perhaps mid-twenties. I found out he was German, but had not lived there for several years. He had left, moving to Spain to [...]

I was walking the Camino one year ago. Now I sit at home typing all about it. It was hot, I felt fit. Now one year later, I look at the rain running down my window. I am in my current home, that is Maynooth, just outside Dublin, Ireland. I am no longer fit, after [...]