Author Archives: stacyandjohn
“Lintzoain and Basque Country” Not My Camino, Ch 11.
The road from Roncevalles was lovely, and we met a bunch of folks who made the trail lighter. Stacy hooked up with a trio of ladies from Colombia and I found some folks from England who were taking pictures of … Continue reading
Stop Blowing already.
It took me two days to figure out whether or not I liked the new Bob Dylan movie. I didn’t. And not because it isn’t a solid, well made film. It is. Hell, twelve years ago, it might have been … Continue reading
Influencer, ‘Fluencer, Flooser, Fluzer.
I once had a mind altering experience with some rose colored glasses. Literal ones. I put ’em on one summer day and went tooling about the city with my artsy pals, looking for trouble and Muses to inspire us. After … Continue reading
The Eagles of Napoleon.
As we emerged from the Mega Hostel known to the faithful as Orreaga, we walked past the local church that proudly refused communion to non-Catholics. Then by the watery morning light, we followed the Yellow Scallops Sigils into a lovely … Continue reading
Images taken on the Camino path from St Jean to Orisson.
All photos by the author.
Coming Down is Harder
After climbing up a whole mountain I was hoping for a certain cliche to appear before me. Actually, I was praying for that cliche, longing for it! Which is dangerous, as cliches are the core of bad writing and sloppy … Continue reading
The Biggest Albergue in the World! meh.
Stacy and I came out of the Pyrenees, wind blown and exhausted. So exhausted that the walls of the Roncevalles Orreaga albergue which loomed over us like a 1960’s Hammer Vampire film didn’t impress us. They should have, and on … Continue reading
The Climb to Roncesvalles
I am a history nerd. Folks like us are usually called Buffs, as in History Buff, but I am not a “buff” when it comes to history. A buff is a passive little thing that can be blown away with … Continue reading