The Wind Up and The Pitch

Well, right off the cuff I’d have to say that getting into Madrid at 7:10am, 1:10am Naples Florida time, is a bit of a brain scramble.  Could not get to sleep on the plane; international coach seating no longer being what I had remembered from when Kathryn & I went to Paris in 1996.  (I’ve … Continue reading The Wind Up and The Pitch

One’s True Pilgrimage

Not Where I Want to Be As I start this post early in the morning this past Saturday, on the eleventh of May, I should be sitting in my reclining chair on a high-speed train to Pamplona, where I will board the 4:00pm bus for Roncesvalles, a monastery town on the western slope of the … Continue reading One’s True Pilgrimage