The Next Adventure: El Camino De Santiago

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Evidently, I’ve signed myself up for walking 800km from St. Jean Pied de Port in France, across Spain to Santiago de Compostela, starting April 21st, 2015, ten weeks from now. I’ve been vaguely aware of this famous pilgrimage for several years, it’s extremely popular in Ireland, every outdoors shop has complete packing lists and the staff are all well versed on the necessary equipment. Millions have made this trek, but I didn’t imagine I’d be one of them. When reading about reasons people make this journey, many (especially those doing the full 800km on the most popular route) are religious, in transitional phases in their lives, are having some sort of crisis, or are looking for answers. I am none of those. I’m compelled to walk mostly, out of a sense of adventure and general love for long-distance trekking, though I’ve never done anything of this length before.  Continue reading

Hiking to Sandycove: A Questionable 25km decision.

Sandycove coastline

Sandycove coastline

I am inherently terrible at moderation, I tend to be all in or nothing at all. In life this has both served me very well (I tend to be very good at what I chose to do), and very poorly (sometimes you should probably show up to that Freshman seminar you hate, if you know, you want to pass). When it comes to athletics, sheer determination got me to the top of Mt. Kilimanjaro, even if I was intermittently unconscious ten minutes later and had to be run down the mountain because I didn’t acclimate properly (whoops). I am also extremely competitive, which manifests itself in the usual ways, and in slightly odd ways like disliking most board/card games because they have an element of chance, and I can’t depend on my pure ability to win. I am also terrible at “playing for fun.” So when I decided to see how I would fare at a 25km hike (about 16 miles) because I’m considering a long-distance trek this May (more on that later), instead of building up, I strapped on my hiking boots and walked along Dublin’s east coast from city center to Sandycove and back.  Continue reading

Bab Ourika: The High Atlas

The High Atlas

The High Atlas

Our rather fast paced days in Marrakech didn’t leave much room, aside from brief breaks in the afternoon, for relaxing. This is ideal for me, I am terrible at sitting still on vacation. I almost never have “vacation reads” because I’d prefer to be too busy to read. For anyone that knows me well, they know beach vacations are not my favorite. I love the ocean, but sitting on the beach for more than an hour taxes my patience. A friend explained it well, vacation for those of us with unrelenting minds, are better suited to distract ourselves. If we’re left alone with our thoughts for too long, we’ll just make lists or worry. And so, when I read the itinerary for our next day that involved a quick hour drive out of Marrakech to Kasbah Bab Ourika in the High Atlas, followed by…nothing for the rest of the day, I had my concerns.  Continue reading