More Camino than Flamenco
Here you'll find my thoughts about life, travel, books and, because I love a laugh, the occasional spoof. All this from the perspective of a small town, on an island, in a country that's too close to the Antarctic for comfort.
Nau Mai, Haere mai. Come on in!
When a pilgrimage becomes a cafe crawl
In which we discover the price of an hour’s walk
For the first time, there’s an autumnal feel in the air.
I thought the heat had addled my brain
It was a simple case of straight on today
Blistology is the thing around here. Most pilgrims are experts.