When pilgrims and townsfolk ask me why I'm here, volunteering as an innkeeper on the Camino de Santiago, I make something up. Anything. I got a severence package from a downsizing accounting firm. I was in Sweden doing lights for concerts the past 18 months. I have stock. There has to be a story,...

I'm in the market for steamer trunks. Maybe two or three or more, big ones, so all my stuff can fit. And once it's boxed sturdily, you can always find a way or a broke pick-up owner to move it. Lots of cardboard boxes is awkward. My clothes are nice in the trunks I have. The two blue trunks....

After trying to best the Camino, I went on autopilot: sock wash, shower, footcare, email. Getting weaker. On a stomach that had seen a day of only fruits and sweets, I went to bed. Crashed. Flies attacked my face. Hot. Bundled into my sleeping bag to dodge the flies. Zipped it up, hood on. Stopped the...