Heading north for some Basque beach time prompts a change in plans. Sometimes a step backwards in a step forwards.
We continue eating all that Spain has to offer, tire of cathedrals, and take in a little casual Iberian peninsula paleoarcheology.
The story of the hanged innocent means you get a chicken coop in a church. Miracles in action.
A fountain of wine and a fancy dinner of pinchos can really boost your mood when morale is down.
A “nero” to be tourists in Pamplona, our best family style albergue pilgrim meal yet, and more Iberican serrano ham.
Our first few days include resting my knees, a 12th century partially pagan abbey, a surprise albergue pool, and plenty of café con leche.
Nearly 18 miles and 4500 feet of elevation gain really tested us but we made it and crossed the border into Spain.
Beautiful Bruges lace and Belgian canal hopping is marred by an excruciating day of travel.
Rural coastland takes me into Belgium, Bruges, and my baby.
After 3 weeks apart Vanessa and I finally meet back up in the Dam for some good fun with Amy.