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Bonjour. I am Frida. This is where I write about anxiety, art, trying to make art, anxiety associated with trying to make art, and other highly marketable stuff like that.
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Day 38: San Roman to As Seixas (13,7k)
Day 38 is another Female Energy Day. Waffles and Beard Braid walk ahead in the morning. My plan is to go sola but I start chatting to an...
Oct 13, 20223 min read
Day 36: A Cadavo to Lugo (30,7k)
Spoiler alert: my new self-image as Mother Theresa doesn’t last all that long. I wake up at seven thirty to find that almost everyone has...
Oct 12, 20223 min read
Day 35: Fonsagrada to A Cadavo (27,6k)
That kind of day. Six hours. Relentless. Two pairs of socks. Two failed plastic bag experiments. No albergues. Just kilometre upon...
Oct 11, 20222 min read
Day 31: Tineo to Borres (18,8k)
I sleep like a baby in the €5 Tineo public albergue (or “muni” as it is called in Camino; short for “municipal”), which, after two days...
Oct 8, 20223 min read
Day 22: Casa Rectoral – La Isla (30k)
The hospitalero at Casa Rectoral wakes us up at 7am with some classic monk choir hits that soon go over into 70’s disco bangers including...
Sep 28, 20224 min read
Day 15: Santander – Mar (27,4k)
There are no blankets at the albergue, and even though I go to bed in all my warmest clothes – wool trousers, socks and a fleece jacket –...
Sep 23, 20222 min read
Day 6: Somewhere on a Hill to Markina-Xemein (21,9k)
The next morning I’m awakened by the usual rustling of bags and zipping of zippers. Outside, I can hear the coffee machine whirring,...
Sep 16, 20224 min read
Day 2: Pasajes to My Personal Hell, via San Sebastián (17k)
After a night in San Juan, I descend the steps to the port where the hospitalero has told us to catch the ferry. “How often do they go?”...
Sep 14, 20229 min read
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