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Never say Goodbye - A Summer on the Camino de Santiago: part 5

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This last July I walked the Camino de Santiago from France to Spain. I met a lot of different people, ended up in the hospital and eventually ended up in a series of airports trying to get back to the U.S. This is that story...

See Part 1: How to Find Happiness: A Summer on the Camino de Santiago
See Part 2: Maybe a dog fight near a cheese farm is simply a dog fight near a cheese farm.
See Part 3: It's a sign that we've all gone inside.
See Part 4: God wants you dead


I had arrived at the airport in Santiago, which was a sense of relief and fear. I've recovered quite well these last few days in Santiago but continue to have a sense of exhaustion from the fleeting infection leaving my body. Tonight I will sleep on a bench in the terminal in a foreign country. I'm ready to leave Spain but I'm not sure I'm ready to return to the U.S. It's paradoxical. On one hand, I'm ready to go Stateside and eat a spicy burrito, hug my family and fall into the arms of my l…

God Wants You Dead.- A Summer on the Camino de Santiago: Part 4

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Over the summer of 2016 I walked across Spain. After 350 miles of walking I came down with an infection that landed me in the hospital. Looking back I realize that my time in the hospital was probably more of an adventure than anything I could have walked in those last few days. This is that adventure...

See Part 1: How to Find Happiness: A Summer on the Camino de Santiago
See Part 2: Maybe a dog fight near a cheese farm is simply a dog fight near a cheese farm.
See Part 3: It's a sign that we've all gone inside.


The last few days have been complete Hell. It started with a fever that left me shivering in 25c weather, wearing a sweater and covered in a blanket. Then my right foot swelled, lost circulation, developing pockets of blood and bruising my toes and lower leg. I had stopped eating at this point (sort of forgot). Between the swarm of mosquitoes following me and complete physical exhaustion I'm convinced they should change the name of the Camino de Santiago to God Wa…

It's a sign that we've all gone insane. A summer on the Camino de Santiago: Part 3

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During the summer I walked the Camino de Santiago, a 500 mile century old pilgrimage across Spain. Each day I'd get up, shower, pack my gear and walk with endless thoughts in my head. Most days I would meet up with friends for breakfast, typically a Napolitana (Pain au Chocolat) and some Cafe con Leche. Then you walk some more. Eventually, you arrive somewhere, an alburgue, where you wash your clothes by hands, shower again, grab some wine and make plans for dinner with friends. If you want to know what it's like to walk the Camino de Santiago, let me just say that it's not all sunshine and rainbows. This is that adventure... 

See Part 1: How to Find Happiness: A Summer on the Camino de Santiago
See Part 2: Maybe a dog fight near a cheese farm is simply a dog fight near a cheese farm.
30K Walked: Leon to Hospital de Orbigo

My feet are the worst they've been. We've all gone through some ups and downs but after a 30k+ day, I'm worried about the next 300k. Though…

Maybe a dog fight near a cheese farm is simply a dog fight near a cheese farm: A Summer on the Camino De Santiago Part 2

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See Part 1:  How to Find Happiness: A Summer on the Camino de Santiago


Over the summer I walked from the south of France to the west-coast of Spain with only a backpack and some gumption.  A week before arriving in Biarritz France to walk the Camino de Santiago, I was in Cardiff Wales graduating with my class for my master's degree.  It had been almost a year since I saw Ish, Ves, Marialena and my closest friends. Friends that I missed intensely and whom I have a deep respect and love for. Friends who showed me my own worth, a gift that I'm grateful for and with which I carried along the Camino de Santiago in Spain. I would make new friends along the way, this is that adventure...

20K Walked: Calzadilla de los Hermanillos
Today marks the half way point of the Camino. While the first 400 K seemed both overwhelming and easy at times, self-doubt continues in my head. Others don't let on or are void of this sentiment. Though one by one this Camino has taken its toll on our grou…

How to Find Happiness: A Summer on the Camino de Santiago - Part 1

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Over the summer I went to my graduation in Wales. In order to get home, I had to catch a flight a month later on the west coast of Spain. I caught a short flight from the U.K. to southern France, where I began my journey. Walking over the Pyrenees, across the border into Spain and 620 KM over the Basque country of Spain. This is that adventure.

The human condition is one in which we intentionally attempt to fix that which is not broken. Inwardly, we gaze at our own setting sun and ask ourselves what's wrong with our rise. As if our own expectations for this life will never be able to satisfy our internal self-destruction. So we make excuses, we conform to normality and by that act of self sabotage, our brilliance dims. We choose to be less because eventually we fail to see how beautiful we are, if only we should forget for a moment these criticisms and remember who we were before we became only an observer- and not the sun itself.

It's been about six years since I've writt…

Lady and The Trump

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"Dog, Fat, Pig, Disgusting Animal". -Donald Trump
 At 6:30 Am this morning I woke up with Trump in my head. Hillary's political adverts on our dystopic American future for women, should Trump win, has only increased my own self-hate. Rarely, just as many women, do I feel beautiful. Now, the  climate of America's gender gap has brought me to tears as I wake up. I know I'll never be the ideal woman, I'll never fit into the expectations of beauty, but like any other woman, I long to hear those three little words. For just a second I want to forget my flaws and feel attractive rather than monstrous.



"Miss Piggy" - Trump
Here's a secret men, we women all have this voice in our head. We call ourselves fat-asses, lazy, we feel constant guilt after eating. We ALL have eating disorders that range from anorexia to binge eating. Our entire lives, every success and failure, is the result of the voice in our heads telling us to be better, work harder than y…

48 Hours in Hilton Head Island

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Crashing #weddings, #German beer, naps on the beach, dolphins, and sun burn in places that I didn't know I could. It's exhausting being us. A photo posted by Liv Jones (@liv_adara) on Oct 1, 2016 at 4:32pm PDT
The weekend getaway often becomes a monotonous reinterpretation of previous memories. We try to relive our past adventures by returning to those places we go to over and over again. It's a condition that people from North Carolina are notorious for. You might think that the only two places you can actually visit are Myrtle Beach or the mountains. People treat their balcony selfies at broken down Myrtle resorts as if it was international travel to some exotic island in the South Pacific. Go ahead and hold that sand bucket of alcohol up and yell "Hey Y'all" on social media one more time, because there's no doubt you'll be back in a months time to repeat the process.


I love (and hate) Myrtle Beach as much as then next person, but what if there wa…