Stage Twelve- Caldas de Reis to Padron, 12 miles
SOUL WALK This will be our second to last day of walking. I struggle to describe how the thought of… Read more »
SOUL WALK This will be our second to last day of walking. I struggle to describe how the thought of… Read more »
EL CAMINO CORRECTO Roosters wake me early in our “casa rural”. There are not yet noises coming from the kitchen… Read more »
THE AFTER-MATH I wake up early in a strange bed, the same way I have for weeks. My brain feels… Read more »
HEARTBEAT Luckily, Emily and I are both fast walkers. Whether on cobbles or boardwalk, our matched footsteps pulse quickly and… Read more »
MY PILGRIMAGE CONTINUES Here at Morgado Lusitano, it’s called a riding vacation. But I came here for more than a… Read more »
Damn. I like to ride around. Absorbed in my own little world. Staring at my horses ears. Focused on what… Read more »
Portugal’s tradition of riding with one hand has its roots in mounted warfare. It is an art that is threatening… Read more »
No matter what kind of rider you are, what your level is, which discipline you love or what your goals… Read more »
The wind is blowing in unpredictable gusts. A car might drive up at any moment. Your heart feels skittish in… Read more »