by markwestwriter | May 18, 2018 | Worry
It was a clear morning and the moon was full as I walked down the windy streets of Ventosa alone. The Portland girls (who were in the bunks above and beside me) got up at 430 so I followed suit and left Cormac behind. I soon found the little spray painted yellow...
by markwestwriter | May 10, 2018 | Love
Day 6- Estella to Torres Del Rio (“Notes from the Camino de Santiago” retraces my walk across Spain on the Camino de Santiago and relates some of the lessons I learned from the experience.) It was still dark out as I walked out the door of the...
by markwestwriter | Apr 26, 2018 | Hope, Love
Three years ago, I didn’t have any. My life in California had fallen apart and I found myself in France at the foot of the Pyrenees on a wet-gray morning with a 35 pound pack on my back and the foolish idea that if I walked across Spain I might be able to come to...
by markwestwriter | Aug 18, 2017 | Camino Blog
I think we’re all slaves to our emotions. That’s not to say that emotions are bad things. Au contraire mon frère (or mon soeur)! In fact, I think emotions are the sign posts of our lives. Like the yellow arrows painted on the Camino by Mad...
