Day 0. St. Jean Pied de Port

I was driven (something less than an hour) to St. Jean Pied de Port on the French side of the Pyrenees. I could have started walking right away and made it to Valcarlos,  10 km away, but I had promised myself to start slowly so I wandered around St. Jean instead. This morning I had…

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Bilbao

The day started with an hour of packing exercise – packing and re-arranging and re-packing my things to optimize the arrangement. It is amazing how many ways you can stuff 31 Litres of stuff into a bag and still not be satisfied. I swung it on my back, fastened the hip belt, clicked the sternum…

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Changes are a foot

The kitchen has been finished, two sets of visitors have come and gone, we’ve held a celebratory end-of-summer party, the fall weather has that crisp feel in the mornings, and I am counting the days. First, the kitchen. After only 14 months of food preparation in the laundry room, we have moved the centre of…