On March 30, 2016, I left Denver for Toulouse, France to begin my solo pilgrimage over the Pyrenees and across northern Spain to Finisterre {the End of the World}. I walked for six weeks (800 km) – wearing the same pants and shirt every day and carrying everything I needed on my back. It was beautiful, humbling, frustrating, painful, eye-opening, extraordinary, breathtaking, and emotional – and one year later {as I write this}, among the most meaningful experiences I’ve had – top five, for sure.


I didn’t take many pictures – it rained all but three days and I was sore and bitchy. There’s no escaping Mother Nature on Camino – you must capitulate and it will humble a person quickly. Three people that I am aware of died during the time I was walking; this is not an easy journey and to go unprepared is ill-advised.


It’s only now, a year later, that the experience is beginning to sink in.

I’m grateful for the experience and I would do it again in a heartbeat.


After I reached Finisterre, I flew from Santiago to Bilbao and spent a few days traveling northward toward Paris before flying back home to Denver. I’d say “back to reality” – but honestly, the Camino IS reality in every sense of the word.

Here’s the LINK to my Instagram page of that journey, if you’re interested; it’s here that I chronicled my adventure with my sock monkey companion, Pitou.

Here’s the LINK to the little video I made – much cooler than just the pictures, I think. 🙂



Buen Camino, wherever you are.