Day 10 – El Camino Costa Rica

Yesterday after waking and doing bathroom duties I began getting dressed, by first pulling a coolmax t- shirt over my head. Seconds later I started to dry heave on account of the horrible putrid smell. Time to do laundry but, first find the least offensive and less wet shirt to wear. In 2011 I thru […]

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Day 8 – Zero Day

This morning I felt totally disconvubulated when I got up after sleeping in what resembled a cross between a garden shed and outdoor closet; so I took a zero day. A zero day in my hiking world means a rest day, zero as in no miles walked or hiked. Disconvubulated is perhaps only as an […]

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Day 4 – Camino Costa Rica

Today promises to be a nine hour up and down walk on muddy trails. If it continued raining today the roads and river would be not passable. Great news it only turned out to be an 8.5 hour hike through indigenous jungle lands. No mosquitoes or rain. We started the morning out from an indigenous […]

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Day 2 – Camino Costa Rica

Today is an absolutely beautiful day. Why? When was the last time you slept in the jungle? Off grid and no air conditioning. Plus I last slept under a mosquito netting. Now throw in two all night snorers and shut down any chance of air movement all night. You now begin to feel last nights […]

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On Inspiration, the Camino Francés and now on to the Camino Costa Rica

Lately what inspired me and really lit my soul with an afterglow, that weeks later continues to burn brightly is having recently completed my first Camino Francés. Inspire means to excite, to encourage, or to breathe life into. Inspire comes from a Latin word that also means to inflame or to blow in to; so when we inspire something, […]

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The Rosary

How can one condense a month, five hundred miles walked with all worldly possessions now strapped to ones back; mere words sister cannot begin to explain how proud I felt carrying the rosary you gave me on my backpack. And to think it arrived just a mere two days before my departure to Madrid,Spain. Thank […]

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