12/05/2011, Logorno

There is much camaraderie around the dinner table. Petra, my kind and beautiful new friend from Hungary- who speaks four languages- helps me keep up with the topics discussed, and helps me get my 2cents in. Everyone here knows I am cycling around the world, and it is unusual to see an American on this pilgrimage, so when I talk, people look at me and listen, then turn to Petra for the skinny. I am very accepted, warmly invited in.

We cover these familiar themes:

A. For a traveler, it’s the journey. For a tourist, it’s the destination.

B. A full heart is better than a full wallet.

C. The most important thing is to be present every moment.

D. People think you are suffering because you are walking/riding. You view it as medicine.

E. The less you have, the more you appreciate. The more you have, the less you appreciate.

These brass shells mark the way through towns. The clam shell symbolizes the coming together of all paths in Santiago de Compostella.


Now we know what this means.


Street sign for pilgrims on foot.


Street sign for pilgrims on bikes.


This cathedral was locked. Not to worry, the tobacco store has a stamp.


It’s a sign!

Another sign- A hawk flies with me for almost a quarter of a mile off my left shoulder. He then lands on a sign that simply reads “10”. I take this to mean that I’m doing good.


Cycling into a small village. Oh boy, a cathedral!


Overlooking the village from the cathedral.


The Grapes of Path.


Here’s an eight year old pilgrim. He is walking with his grandfather.


The End.


Isle of Man

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My Uncle Charles is there to greet me at the ferry at midnight. We toss my panniers into his car and I sprint behind him the 2.5 miles it takes to get to his and Claudia’s home.

I spend the next few days relaxing and seeing the Isle of Man by car. Not cycling? No, there is a constant 25mph wind, it rains every day, and it is cold. So nice to be indoors with some hot tea, good company, and the internet.

I will catch the Ferry to England tomorrow morning and begin cycling again.

Thanks Charles and Claudia for having me and showing me your dramatic windswept island.


The multi horned Manx Loaghtan, only found here.












To Fermoy

I am really enjoying the Irish wit. Most Irish people love to crack jokes and tease and make fun.

I am buying a postcard. The clerk doesn’t have the right change so he puts change in the till from his pant pocket.

I comment:

Shawn. So you must own the store.

Clerk: No, my wife owns it. Can’t you see, I’m putting my money into it.

Shawn: Just change? Haven’t you been married long?

Clerk: So you’re married too. It’s when I have to reach into the back pocket, that’s what hurts.

Shawn: That’s where you keep your wallet?

Clerk: My wallet? You mean my wife’s wallet. I don’t own a wallet……


I am cycling 52 miles through this landscape.


To get to Fermoy;

The river in Fermoy;