In order to challenge my still-wimpy foot, I set off with N to walk 10 km from Frenštát pod Radhoštĕm to Hukvaldy in the Czech Republic. The weather was dreary and dull with a high of 13 C, overcast skies, and occasional drops of rain. We each wore 2 pairs of lightweight pants, several layers…
The important news is that I have a sore foot. If you ask “why,” then you clearly did not read my last few posts in which I described my goal to walk 50 km/week in 2015 and my clomping around on hard sidewalks in old clunky hiking boots that I’ve now donated to the thrift…
I signed up for over-55 yoga at a recreation centre 6 km away, planning to get up at 6:30 on Thursdays and walk there for an 8 a.m. class. Today was the first class. This week my sister-in-law came to visit from 500 km away. She is close to my age and has decided she…
I’ve been thinking about posting, but decided “No one is interested in what little I have to say.” Then I say “Well, they don’t have to read.” So I will ramble on a little, mainly to say hello and Happy New Year. My blog address isn’t called “trite tales” for nothing. I am happily looking…
I’m enjoying Christmas these years with no young children around the house. That means I can do as much or as little (usually the latter) as I feel like in the third week of December. Any earlier would be rushing things. My sister once said, in response to my poor attitude, that she was surprised…
On a dark overcast day, I set off to walk just 12 km to Sahugun. There, after coffee and bocadillos I said goodbye to some friends and others saw me to the train station, where I bought a ticket to Barcelona. In Barcelona I would decide how to get to Prague.. from there I still…
In Carrion de Los Condes, I got a message that my father-in-law had died, one month short of his 98th birthday. (He hadn’t been the same since he fell out of a tree he was pruning at 94.) I decided that my place is with the family now – the permanent one, not the ephemeral…
The walk from Carrion de Los Condes to Terradillos de Templarios is a long one. The first 17 km are without villages, food or water supply, following an excellent wide path through fields and gentle hills. No people except the occasional farmer or pilgrim in the distance. The day was glorious – bright and brisk.…
Seeing Clarely 