I arrived at my albergue in Pamplona much earlier than the other pilgrims, having just come from Barcelona by...
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I arrived at my albergue in Pamplona much earlier than the other pilgrims, having just come from Barcelona by...
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Few things are more intimidating than entering a German gym as an English speaker with little to no German...
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My first day. Twenty-five kilometres from Pamplona to Puente La Reina. I wait outside my albergue in Pamplona to see...
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I don’t like tooting my own horn here, but in this case, I’ll make the exception. My packing skills for the Camino...
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I’m back in Berlin. I’m unsure, really, how to write about this experience. Not without coming off as all starry...
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If I ever write a book about this experience it’ll be called What the Hell am I Doing Here? A lot has changed since...
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Hola! I’m writing this from a small cafe in Puente La Reina, after successfully walking 25 kilometers without dying....
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What in god’s name did I get myself into? I haven’t seen the inside of a gym since August, and now I’m walking 25...
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