In the junior high cafeteria, I sat alone every lunch period. I knew no one and no one seemed interested in getting to know me. I had braces, no fashion sense, and a body that was all out of proportion. I ate my lunch as fast as I could without making eye contact, then stuck…
Category: Travels
Synchronicity
Many of you know that I was hired by Busted Halo to write blog posts from the Camino this past Spring. If you’re curious as to how this previously-unpublished writer got such an opportunity, I just published an article about how it all happened here. Enjoy:)
Changing Tastes
I scoured the shelves on the door of the refrigerator. Dijon mustard! Score! I smiled as I squirted it into an empty salad bowl. I hate mustard. But I always have some in my fridge to make this very dressing – one that I loved from the moment I tasted it sitting in my host…
The First of the Month
The air was too cold. The pillows were too fluffy. Really Rebecca? I just spent forty days sleeping in a different bed each night – each with a different pillow. Some with no pillow. And now here I was in a huge house overlooking the Western North Carolina mountains, sleeping in the Master Bedroom which…
The Joy of Blogging: Grandma and the Camino
Before my parents took off for the weekend, they asked if I could do them a favor and drop something off at my grandmother’s house. I agreed – not just to maintain my #1 Daughter status, but also because I was moving in less than a week and visiting Grandma was something I needed to…
A Return to….what?
Since arriving home from the Camino I have attempted to write new posts for this blog with very little luck. I have at least six started that I never finished – they just didn’t seem to express what I wanted to convey. Probably because I don’t really know what I want to convey. Because really,…
An End and A Beginning
This time last year I took two weeks to drive from Hyde Park, NY to Brasstown, NC. It was the start of my self-imposed sabbatical year. My destination was the John C. Campbell Folk School. There I would spend four months as a Student Host doing a work-exchange program that allowed me to take…
A Birth, A Death and A Christening
Early in my Camino, I had a dream I was pregnant. In the dream, I was surprisingly okay with the idea. I say “surprisingly” because for most of my life I have not wanted to have children. “Maybe it’s a sign of a new self that you’re birthing,” Mona, a fellow pilgrim, told me. “When…
The Next Adventure
Our plan was to visit the Walkway Over the Hudson – one of New York State’s newest State Parks. The old railroad bridge spanning the Hudson River between Poughkeepsie and Highland had been turned into a pedestrian walkway and had become quite the tourist attraction. Sr. Peggy had driven up from the Bronx to see…
Being on an Ancient Pilgrimage in the Digital Age
After walking 12 miles, Philipp and I were relieved to arrive at the albergue in Tosantos, Spain. We were greeted by Dani, a volunteer serving as the welcoming committee, chef, and housekeeper that week. We left our packs in the hall and followed Dani into the living room. Click here to read more.
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