Stuff is weight. There’s a philosophy of life around that statement, one that I probably think about subscribing to, and one that I have often offered my amateur opinions on from time to time. At the moment, however, I mean it in the most literal way. Stuff is weight. When we first left for Europe… Continue reading Stuff Is Weight
Tag: Raw Travels
Zubiri
The only problem with a beautiful and modern looking albergue with a 20 foot ceiling and large expansive rooms housed in a building that is a thousand years old is the temperature control. The wind howled around through much of the night, and even the body heat of those inside did nothing to raise the… Continue reading Zubiri
From France To Spain To Roncesvalles
The altitude heading out of St Jean Pied de Port is right around 170m. Six or seven hours and 20km later, as you cross Col de Lepoeder at 1450m, you may find yourself wondering if it is possible to climb that long or if you have started hallucinating somewhere on the route. It was at… Continue reading From France To Spain To Roncesvalles
Dispatch From St Jean Pied De Port
Camino de Santiago, day 0. Heavy dark clouds define the morning. A steady rain falls. Cool fog curls around the surrounding hillsides. The two car train from Bayonne works a slow, meticulous route through the hills, the pace only adding to the tension. An adventure is about to begin and almost everyone on the train… Continue reading Dispatch From St Jean Pied De Port
Le Grand Secret En Montpellier
We don’t speak French. This is relevant because we are currently in Montpellier, located in southern France, about 12km from the Mediterranean coast. The fact that we don’t speak French feels like this secret that we’re carrying around with us as we walk the city streets. It’s something only we know and as long as… Continue reading Le Grand Secret En Montpellier