Travel with Tess Felix’s as she walks from France to Spain, beginning in Le Puy-en-Velay, along The Way of St. James

by Rainer Maria Rilke

A Walk by Rainer Maria Rilke

Photo to post with “A Walk”, by Rainer Maria Rilke

My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance –

and charges us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave…
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.

Translated by Robert Bly

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and so inspiring, a young woman on the Way of St. James

On the path - an inspiration

On the path – an inspiration


This young woman has been riding her father’s bicycle from Germany and is headed to Santiago, Spain. This is her third week of traveling alone, camping in fields and staying in hostels. She’s nineteen years old and just finished school. She’s  going to film school in two years when the next program starts but in the interim she teaches unicycling at a circus school for children . Her dream is to be in the circus but she’s not talented enough so she rides her bike and has many revelations and ideas at every turn if the road. She recommends the Camino to anyone who is contemplating   Life decisions. I concur! ( You know who you are) xoxox With love from Nasbinal


The Halfway Mark

Traveling Souls

Freddy, Pracile,Vincent and Lucile: My fellow traveling souls.

Falling Standards

Dining out for the 1st time in a week wearing long johns and wool docs with flip-flops. My standards are dropping.

Here I sit in a community gite, cheaper but the beds look iffy. My band of traveling companions and I ate excited to go out to a restaurant for dinner since this town has shops and restaurants unlike every other little hamlet we’ve passed through. Freddy is jamming on some pots and pans and life is good.

un gîte: shelter, tourist cottage
Pronunciation: [zheet]
Il pleut ; nous devons trouver un gîte. – It’s raining; we need to find shelter.
Source: / Learn a French word a day


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Texted to me by a follower: this was a quote on Goodreads today:
“What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it’s curved like a road through mountains.”
― Tennessee Williams, A Streetcar Named Desire

Tess Felix-Greene: Yeah baby’

Lions and Tigers and The Beast, Oh My!

Tess Felix on The Way of St. James Walk

Tess pauses along the trail

I set out today with my band of fellow pilgrims. We walked quite far before stopping for lunch on a cold stone Bench in the town of Sourge. Being Sunday no shops were open when we reached Sourge so We ate left over baguettes and apples taken from the Gite in the morning. There is a legend about a wolf beast that terrorized of Sourge in the 1700’s. The Beast ate woman and children.

It left quite an impression on the region . After lunch my very tall long-legged Americans friends were anxious to get a move on. I hung back to visit the church and to walk with my French buds. They then decided to rest a while longer so I left and walked alone all afternoon. Me, the woods, the fog….. The Beast.

I finally reached the predetermined destination to find my American pals had ditched me and my French pals had not arrived yet. I started to feel lonely and depressed and terribly weak. I found a place to test on a farm and got into my sleeping bag with my down jacket on and I could feel my heart beating. My body was aching, I was sure I was dying. I imagined Sean having to come and identify my body like in “the way”. When it dawned on me I hadn’t hydrated all day. I was dehydrated. A warm shower and seeing my French friends arrive at the farm and a hot meal restored my being. Tomorrow I hope the sun shines because this weather is dreary and I know it’s I’m the. 90’s at home.