In 2016, inspired by wanting to do something special to celebrate my retirement, I found walking the Camino Frances to be the exact experience that I was looking for. I don’t have to explain to anyone who has been on The Way the wonderful mix of thoughts, feelings, and experiences you have on this 500 mile pilgrimage from the tiny Basque village of Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port nestled at the base of the French Pyrenees to Santiago de Compostela. The true journey was far more than the sum of its parts.

In the few short years since my first pilgrimage, I’ve also been able to walk the Camino Portugués from Porto, the Camino Inglés, and return for a second trek along the CF as far as Burgos. To this, and in some ways my hardest Camino, I add cycling the Via de la Plata. Fingers crossed that we get COVID under control in the months ahead as we’d like to venture out onto the Primitivo come fall.

This website is a celebration of The Way through individual photos taken on one Camino or another.

Journaling at Café Iruña, Pamplona, Spain.