à la carte spirit by ilona fried
Camino de Santiago
My Camera as Spiritual Teacher
Yesterday, while walking alongside terracotta rolling hills, bright blue sky above bulging with huge pillowy clouds, my camera stopped working. The fully extended zoom lens was stuck there, as if it had taken too much Viagra and couldn´t change its shape. I pushed various buttons, trying to get it to budge, but no luck. My … Continue reading
Backpack On, Backpack Off
Boots on. Boots off. Lights on. Lights off. I have been on the Camino for just a week yet it feels much longer, perhaps because in some ways, each full day is the same. At the hostels, the lights go on at 6:30-7:00am, we repack our rucksacks, put our boots and packs back on and … Continue reading
Walk Like an Old Person to Arrive Like a Young Person
Such was the sage advice of Maribel, the bleach blonde squinty eyed proprietress of an albergue in Cizur Menor, on the outskirts of Pamplona, where I stayed a few nights ago. As each pilgrim stumbled into her courtyard, hot and weary from the journey, she asked them if their feet hurt and showed them how … Continue reading
Cutting (out) the Cheese
I’m not the only one who over packed for the Camino; most of the others are also Americans who, determined to resolve every possible problem on their own, schlepped a lot of stuff. One older fellow I walked with for a few kilometers confessed to pitching three guidebooks and a bag of food into the forest … Continue reading
The Other Side of Fear, the Other Side of the Pyrenees
I crossed the Pyrenees today, a part of the Camino that sounded exotic if not slightly dangerous and was one of the reasons I chose to start my walk in southern France, rather than in Spain. Our highest point was approximately 4,000´ which, though considerably more elevated than the surrounding area, and above the mist shrouded villages below, is … Continue reading
à la carte spirit by ilona fried 
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