Category Archives: John
No, Virginia, there is no Ted Lasso.
Cut to my wife and I happily watching Ted Lasso one more time. And after the episode, my wife remarked how nice it was to see something that was a positive take on men, that the show was a relief from male toxicity. On those words, three clicks of realizations came together, and I will never be able to watch Ted Lasso again. Continue reading
Heroes of The Camino: Scene One.
A small scene between three experienced Heroes of The Camino de Santiago. Continue reading
Communion at the Everflowing Fountain. Not My Camino, Chp 18.
Church after church we entered, sometimes together, sometimes she went in alone. There may have been one or two that I saw which didn’t, but only because she was already in a church. Continue reading
Estella and Lucid Dreaming. Chp 17. Not my Camino.
I don’t know you at all. And with our very limited interaction the only deductions I may conclude is that you are a carbon based life form and you own a computing device, either hand or lap. So you might … Continue reading
I learn about the word ‘Hot’. Not my Camino, Chp 16
For people who hate to be noticed when they don’t want to be noticed, bunk beds on the Camino can be a nightmare. Because I am a gentleman, I usually took the top bunk. Or because Stacy told me to, I took the top bunk. These things get hazy in a marriage. Continue reading
Pamplona and Alto de Perdon. Chp 15 Not my Camino
One of the biggest fears in travel is “I’m going to miss it”. The awful anxiety that eats away at your Fun Time which Insists that for one reason or another you are going to not see the one thing everyone else saw and that it was the best thing ever! Continue reading
Nothing tastes better than the Hand that Feeds You! Not My Camino Chp 14.
here’s a movie about the Camino de Santiago called ‘The Way’ starring Martin Sheen. I hate it. It’s a plodding and predictable piece of propaganda which celebrates the obvious and considers subtlety a sin.
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
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
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