Sunrise, Sunset...

Where the Eagles Fly...

This one is offered with affection to our Canadian friends we met along the Camino. Lindsay, Joanie and friends and all of the others...
Click on the Pyrenean dawn pic for your compatriote Buffy Sainte-Marie's unforgettable song about taking one step at a time, the Here and the Now, Time, and being up there with the eagles.
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In the Valley I Walked

Walking alone into Roncesvalles, the beech trees were silent, and this Midnight Oils song played itself from memory.

This one is for mothers and fathers everywhere.

It is dedicated to all our Australian peregrino family and friends with whom we have walked and shared special Camino moments over the years. For Phyl, John, the Gibbsies, R and R and the others...

Thanks to the talents and pertinence of Peter G and the Oils. Onya guys.

Click HERE for downunder wonder unplugged treat.

Shadows and Sunrise Silhouette

Amazing Race

Ricardo's Cliff

click HERE for Ricardo's song...

Ricardo sits in the shade of a drinks machine, under the Riojan red cliff-face in Nàjera, and tells us in an Miami hispanic lilt that he has been asking himself a searching question all day.
"Like: why am I doing this walk anyways, and how come my pack is so goddam heavy?"

His olive complexion and raven hair reveal Mexican origins, and the whiteness of his teeth, along with botox-ed facial wrinkles tell of prolonged access to Floridan health care. He looks, and sounds, uncannily like Cliff Richard.

He smiles as he speaks, and although the botox restricts facial expression, we work out a strategy with him to reduce the weight in his pack. This involves a cardboard box from the Autoservicio on the Plaza Mayor, and some pleasant exchanges with locals as to the location and likely opening hours of the Correos.

Ricardo has a spring in his step as he sets off, away from the shadows, [Enough already. Ed] towards Santo Domingo.

(Click below the cliff for the pop song we hummed all the next day.)