Mt. Athos is the Holy Mountain, revered by Orthodox Christians as the Garden of the Virgin Mary. It’s a unique place where video cameras are seldomly allowed (see this great segment from 60 Minutes last year), and even more rarely women. And the Monks don’t bathe.
And you’re not allowed to go swimming in the sea. I was one of 10 non-orthodox allowed in on October 11, along with 100 Orthodox Christian pilgrims and numerous monks and workers. (more…)
I had the opportunity while in Geneva to visit the European Center for Nuclear Research (CERN) and the Large Hadron Collider. (more…)
On August 27th, I arrived to the city of Santiago de Compostela, after 900 km and nearly 5 weeks of walking.
While my intention was to blog and update on a frequent basis, technical challenges kept me from sharing my thoughts in a caliber matching their gravity. Internet connections were spotty, Vodafone España limited me to 14.4k speeds, the WordPress iPhone app leaves much to be desired, iPhone video editing capabilities are inadequate, etcetera etcetera. (more…)
There are different levels of accommodation on the Camino, but the “albergues” or Pilgrim refuges often are far from luxury. (more…)
There are different levels of seriousness on the Camino. Some think it’s:
*how far you walk
*how many times you’ve walked the Camino
*whether you walk the trails or the highway
*if you ever take transportation
*if you walk every day or take any for rest (more…)
This day was Italian, with Luigi, Lino and Piergianni, starting with an incredible walk from Santoña to Güemes. There were 2 beaches separated by a mountain. It was incredible to walk the beach and mountains at sunrise. (more…)
This was my longest day yet. 35 km and much of it downhill. (more…)
Yesterday, after walking 3 days and 75 km to Pamplona, I was called to switch routes to the Camino del Norte. The final sign was an email from an acquaintance, Mar and her boyfriend Borga, who invited me to meet them in San Sebastian. (more…)
I arrived today in St Jean Pied de Port, a few trains after a long night of wine tasting in Bordeaux. I met a man who had just purchased his vineyard in February and was sampling his very first vintage of Claret. (more…)
Today I found my ancestral homeland. I rented a car in Poitiers and as it turns out, the woman at the Hertz counter was somewhat of a historian. I started the drive to Ferme Acadienne, a place where some French who went to Canada returned and set up a refugee colony. There weren’t any Rangers that came back from the original migration.
Actively Dying 
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