tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35543493236718420662024-03-06T07:06:05.116+05:30A Distance BeyondAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12211922971461978715noreply@blogger.comBlogger440125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554349323671842066.post-86309791266176693192013-06-04T20:56:00.001+05:302013-06-04T20:56:46.155+05:30New location
To keep following the journey, please check out the new location of this blog on www.niamhkeoghan.com.
Looking forward to meeting you there!
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12211922971461978715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554349323671842066.post-87411776671146347162013-05-21T02:18:00.000+05:302013-05-21T02:18:56.652+05:304 years later
It's been over 4 years since I started this blog... It’s hard to believe
that so much time has passed. In many ways it feels like only yesterday that I
was sitting on the couch here in my mam's place in Arklow, with my backpack
waiting for me at the front door and a plane ticket to Australia
folded neatly in my hand luggage. It was the 24th of April 2009. I
was heading to Oz for the second Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12211922971461978715noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554349323671842066.post-90067439125489268002013-05-12T01:15:00.000+05:302013-05-12T01:15:57.341+05:30A day of gratitude
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12211922971461978715noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554349323671842066.post-3777218064550498942013-05-02T21:21:00.000+05:302013-05-02T21:21:15.214+05:30Picture timeline Via de la Plata: Sevilla - SalamancaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12211922971461978715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554349323671842066.post-31092914283964810682013-04-29T19:45:00.000+05:302013-05-02T22:29:09.615+05:30Silver and Gold
From Salamanca I made my way to Madrid on Sunday afternoon (the 28th). I moved from a city of gold to a city of silver. I felt Salamanca as being gold, not only because it was my 'finishing line' but also because the city itself is an accummulation of architecture made up of golden bricks. The sun was shining, making the buildings even more striking. That Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12211922971461978715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554349323671842066.post-70551853144578709892013-04-28T01:08:00.002+05:302013-05-02T22:25:34.011+05:30550 kms later
After a short day on Tuesday of 10kms, on Wednesday I was able to go a full stretch again. It turned out to be the most amazing day. I was free, full of life, open to my
surroundings, appreciating every km and trusting that eventually the full
33 kms of that particular day would bring me to a bed.
My feet brought me
all the way, not only to a bed, but also to be reunited with many Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12211922971461978715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554349323671842066.post-56833995565138486752013-04-28T00:52:00.000+05:302013-05-02T22:24:39.203+05:30Crossing boundaries
My last update was from Casares - 9 days ago (the 18th). I left the city the following morning and the walking upped a few notches. Things started to unfold at lightening speed. I had stretches of more than 30kms and the rising heat, my insuficient Spanish and the absence of a guidebook, didn't make my journey any easier than it could've been. Moments of panic and fear, mainly brought on due Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12211922971461978715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554349323671842066.post-61915661283873506522013-04-18T22:25:00.000+05:302013-05-02T22:24:05.559+05:30Moving mountains
4 days after taking a bus from Villafranca de los Barros to Torremejia (which was on Sunday) and I find myself in the library of Caceres, the capital of the state of Extremadura.
In only such a short space of time, the Camino Way seems to have opened up. I feel I´m lightening my load and the walking is becoming a breeze.
Monday I had the most liberating feeling; it was when I realized I was Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12211922971461978715noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554349323671842066.post-43783725810566203512013-04-14T13:41:00.005+05:302013-05-02T22:23:22.788+05:30Lessons of the Way
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I found my biggest weakness on the 6th day, as I was willing to set out and walk 22 kilometers from Monesterio to Fuente de Cantos on badly bistered feet. My weakness was my strongminded self, that wanted to push me all the way and zone-out to the pain, as I left the hostel at 8am that morning. I soon had to let-go, as I sat on a bench only 50m from my starting point, in agony. I realized how Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12211922971461978715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554349323671842066.post-8411237438896458372013-04-09T23:05:00.000+05:302013-05-02T22:22:00.218+05:30The rhythm of a pilgrim
5 Days of walking and I find myself in Monesterio; a town just over the border of the state of Extremadura. Since leaving Seville I've walked over 110 km, seen some amazing parts of Spain and met some of the nicest and most caring people.
The days seem to have started flowing into one. A certain rhythm has started to take over. There's this drive that keeps us all moving and Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12211922971461978715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554349323671842066.post-42937002992703021392013-04-05T22:06:00.000+05:302013-05-02T22:03:50.361+05:30Sevilla to Guillena
Oh the joys of just GOING, BEING and walking onwards...
Am I now an 'official' pilgrim... just because I have a pilgrim passport in my pocket and a backpack on my back weighing ONLY 8 kilos that contains everything I need so as to keep me physically healthy, happy and
jumping for joy, for at least the next... however long I want..?
What definition can be given to a pilgrim anyway? Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12211922971461978715noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554349323671842066.post-10494961713163955712013-04-03T22:08:00.001+05:302013-05-02T22:00:23.545+05:30Sevillian Times
First impressions of Seville...
After having the smoothest of flights with the clearest of skies, I walked out of the airport and literally straight into a cloud of smoke. It hit me out of nowhere... oops... there weren´t any fires though... Instead just a group of maybe 50 youngsters, waiting for the bus and getting their nicotine fix after a long flight.
Then, the same Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12211922971461978715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554349323671842066.post-20721900914855363692013-03-28T05:52:00.000+05:302013-03-28T05:52:41.266+05:30TURNING 30!!!
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‘Sober St Patricks day’ - who'd have thought it! I
went to a dance party on Saturday night, in the heart of Dublin. It was an
alcohol and drug-free event organized by the Funky Seomra. And I can only say
how liberating it felt, to be ‘trancing’ with sober souls. It was something I
never expected to experience here in Ireland, especially not during a festival
that’s known the world over Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12211922971461978715noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554349323671842066.post-49167146449255638952013-03-08T01:58:00.000+05:302013-03-08T01:58:38.083+05:30The Novice
Yesterday morning I found myself getting ready for yet
another ‘first time’ experience. As I was grounding myself and gathering
composure for the day, I wondered… ‘How many more ‘first times’ can a person
have?’ For the past year I feel like I’ve had more ‘first times’ than a child
who’s stepping out into the world to see what’s on offer. I’d never complain
though. It’s a sure sign of a new Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12211922971461978715noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554349323671842066.post-37067692633275408532013-03-04T19:43:00.000+05:302013-03-04T22:39:25.201+05:30'How I met my Guardian Angel' - Be amazed
Robbie Andrews, author of 'How I met my guardian angel', released his book in
February - after 10 whole years of dreaming, living, talking, sharing and moving
towards making his story known and his vision a reality.
I met Robbie in the summer and I
instantly felt I’d known him a lot longer than only the few short minutes we spoke, when we had
our first conversation. There was a feeling of Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12211922971461978715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554349323671842066.post-8821621505191312902013-02-24T21:29:00.001+05:302013-02-24T21:29:44.983+05:30Something said 'POP'...
Opening the blind in my bedroom this morning, to look
outside and be surprised to see the grass covered in snow – only a very thin
layer by the way - the gratitude for my warm cosy place in my mam’s house was
raised a few notches.
Even with the lower temperature, I’d set the intention to
go for a long walk. This is something I’ve been doing more regularly these past
weeks (I’m workingAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12211922971461978715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554349323671842066.post-44341441285602002272013-02-21T04:36:00.000+05:302013-02-21T04:43:06.846+05:30Great Expectations
Life simply continues, after a tv appearance…
After feeling a wave of adrenaline for a few hours and a
bout of panic that followed the initial off-air rush of life, I felt calm and
confident that I’d done the right thing, by exposing myself so completely. As
well I felt lucky to have had that short appearance. I know it happened mainly due
to my publisher Lorraine. I wouldn’t have had thisAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12211922971461978715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554349323671842066.post-6182378405557366692013-02-15T00:43:00.001+05:302013-02-15T01:14:35.339+05:30Full Exposure - Ireland AM
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