The Miam Miam Dodo Guides to Walking in France
One of the best resources for Santiago pilgrims and other long-distance walkers in France is a series of guides with the funny name Miam Miam Dodo. This is French baby talk that roughly translates to “Yum Yum Nighty Night”. (more…)
Longwalk 2009 ~ Overview
“Don’t Stop Me Now”
Okay, okay, it’s more than a passing fancy, more than a hobby… when the stars align just so, what else can you do? Something gets into you when you walk so far. By late 2008 I was yearning once more for the Camino… But I’d been studying French… so I decided to put it all together on the most famous trail in France, the original pilgrimage road from Le Puy-en-Velay to St-Jacques-Compostele. For a shakedown, I decided to start in Lyon. This is the route of the French section I walked in 2009. The last part, from Montreal-de-Gers to the Spanish border at St-Jean-Pied-de-Port, is the same trail I walked in 2005 on the Voie de Vezelay (more…)
Paris to Bordeaux
I guess I was hooked… After arriving home from my three month ramble in 2005, I set about planning (along with dreaming, working, saving, studying, training) to stretch my legs again on the trails of Europe. Before long, I focused on returning to France in 2007.
As it turned out, Autumn worked best with my schedule, so I headed off to “the Hexagon” in late September. From my earliest thoughts of walking in France, I was curious about departing from the very heart of Paris. And so I did…
I walked from the zero-point in front of the Cathedral of Notre Dame south across the Beauce to Orleans and the Loire River valley, west through chateau country to Tours, and then south into the Aquitaine to Bordeaux. My muse, Eliza, likes to remind me that it took 42 days to walk from Paris to Bordeaux; but my return trip on the TGV high speed train took only 3 hours! “Keep that in mind, next time”, she tells me…
so I marched April into May…
At last, I reached another crossroad in my life. I’d passed plenty of milestones, to be sure, but had also made my share of false starts and missteps along the way… so I gathered together what still remained in my control, and conspired to spend the Spring walking in France.
I’d made a few wilderness camping trips over the years, and tramped much of South America after college, but it was years since I’d hoisted more than a day pack to my shoulders. (more…)