The laughing outside my hotel room woke me up. I looked at my watch laying on the nightstand. It was 1:05 a.m. In the wing of the Madrid hotel I was staying, there were only two rooms... isolated from the rest of the hotel by a big, heavy door...and now the guests of...

"Thank you!" That's what I'm whisperin' as I look at my tired feet.They've carried me 183 crazy-hard miles. And now... I only have 12 easy miles left before reaching my final destination in Santiago, Spain...the famous Catedral de Santiago de Compostela. I'm through...

In the last ten days...my conversations have been few. In walking across northern Spain, I've experienced only a couple of English speakers...except for those who speak the most broken and hard-to-understand English. As for my Espanol? Count my two years of receiving...

Two hours ago...I finished walking Day #4 across Spain. In keeping it real...I have zero energy in me to write this week's blog. I've walked 60 miles so far, but I've never been so physically wiped out as I have been at the end of each of these first four days. I...

"Talk. Talk. Talk.""Talk. Talk. Talk." A million people talk about the steps they're going to walk.A thousand people ever walk the steps they talk. For me? No more talking.Time for walking. There comes a time when our feet should catch up with our tongues. Now's my...

Some days...things go sideways. What does "sideways" mean? It means something went crazy wrong. It means that our plans got hijacked. It means the not-so-good and unexpected happened. Like for me this morning...all before 8:00. 1. I received a cringe-worthy email. As...