I’m without words. I know this is hard to imagine… me… without words. But it happens sometimes.
Actually, I have too many words, and it would take me months to write them down. I have met so many wonderful people and had so many heart-filling experiences in Turkey, I could fill a book!
Continue reading For Our Friends in Turkey
Sitting at Chimera, watching these always-burning fires, my hiking friend and trail angel Elena tells me a Russian fable.
Continue reading The Crow and the Geese, a Russian Fable
Do I go left or right?
I don’t see any red and white trail marks to my right. Going right means going up another steep part. I have been climbing up steep parts for what seems like hours, but has translated to only a few measly kilometers.
Which way do I go this time?
Continue reading When Angels Show Up
I can’t seem to get my gear right. Like my life, it’s an ongoing experiment.
Continue reading Jenn’s Ongoing Gear Changes
Our 4.5-month winter walking break is over. It’s time to pick up our backpacks and move forward again. Sigh.
It’s with a bit of a heavy heart that we do that.
Continue reading Onwards, One Way or Another
A short tribute to the animal friends who sometimes keep us company.
Un breu homenatge als amics peluts que hem fet durant el camí.
Continue reading Our animal friends | Els nostres amics animals
Georgia’s wide open spaces made it easier to camp. But the early fall weather brought different challenges as we tried to shelter ourselves from cold, foggy and rainy nights.
Again, like in many other countries, our best nights were the ones where we stayed with locals.
Continue reading Daily Nest: Georgia
Tbilisi. The sound of this word is a beacon for me. It’s an audio lighthouse blinking me to a safe haven where I can rest and recover, where I can feel normal for a little while.
Continue reading Shaking Off the Slump
Azerbaijan was good to us, for the most part.
Continue reading Daily Nest: Azerbaijan
The heat brings out the worst in me.
The sweat, the discomfort and the constant unquenchable thirst break my walking stamina, the little I have left at this point. My bad mood is made worse with sudden menopause-related hot flashes that make my head burn even hotter in the baking sun.
Continue reading Meeting Joy