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Carnation Revolution

Day 14 Home—Selfies Time

Selfie Phenoms “We suck at this!” That was our constant refrain. ”We suck at this!” And we did, actually. But taking selfies became some of the most significant moments in our day. These narcissistic mementos started when we were with our three friends—Suzanne and Bob VanDyk-Jordan and ...

What Happened to this Guy?

Swinging for the Fences It’s playoff baseball time, and as is always the case for me, it harkens me back to the 1950s when baseball was my true religion. We used to carry around little transistor radios that we would put up to our good ear and listen to the games which at that time were not ...

Day 6–Home!

Happy, Proud Family It did not surprise us that our family was happy to have us home. They love us. We are hands-on in each of their lives. They missed us. But we were surprised at how proud they were of us. Sally had purchased some simple little bracelets with yellow arrows and shells on them ...

Day 35 on the Camino Way

Made It It’s early in the morning, still dark out, and we could see in the distance the lights of Santiago de Compostela. Made us smile, almost laugh. ”Is that it?” I asked. ”Has to be,” Sally responded. Then an airplane roared above us clearly taking off from an airport near ...

Day 34 on the Camino Way

Sacred Places All along the Camino we’d come across shrines like this one. Someone carved the first cross in this stone outcrop and then there were two and then two hundred. This spot then became a place where people walking the Camino left notes to loved ones lost or photos of the same. It is ...

Day 33 on the Camino Way

Did We See The Light? We are asked if we’ve experienced any kind of spiritual transformation on our journey. The answer to questions like this are always complicated. Yes and no, of course. First and foremost it is important to simply say that we were not looking for or expecting a deep ...

Day 32 on the Camino Way

Kevin The Canadian Teacher This is a corn drying bin. In NW Iowa we would call this a corn crib. I learned this from Kevin, a 6’ 6” school teacher from British Columbia. He and I walked together for almost three miles. He must have pointed out at least a dozen of these. I never noticed them ...