Rooms With A View

A few windows to participate in Muellerinart blogspot window theme. These are from my Camino Santiago walk last year.

After leaving Pamplona.

In the town of Belorado.


A sketch from my travel journal while staying in the tiny town of Sabenche, near Barbadello.

These last three are from Madrid.

I’m planning on doing some window stamping pieces.  I’ve been ill and haven’t had an opportunity.  Will share next time.

If you are interested in checking out more of my Camino walking photos, click on the months of April and May of 2016 in the archives of my blog.

Have a good weekend.


The Camino – Day 9

We were on flat terrain today, but very cold wind.The snow covered mountains are still in sight. We’ve been told it is unusually cold for this time of year. I lost my beanie so I’m using my scarf to cover my ears. (and looking like a real pilgrim in the process)

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More stork sightings. Its hard to get good pictures of them when they like to nest on tall buildings

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Tonight we are staying in a huge old reconstructed house. It was originally owned by some monks, but it is now owned by the 3rd generation of the family who purchased it from them.

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Thank you all for the comments. The places we stay have wi-fi so I am able to read them.


The Camino – Day 8

We took a bus and a little break today. We are in the Meseta region but soon will enter  beautiful Galicia.Tonight we are in Sahagun – a halfway point. It’s been in the low 30’s the last couple mornings, but hot right now at 6pm.

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How about a dancing class after a 15 mile walk?

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A little glimpse at our typical day:

We wake up at 6am. We walk. We talk and walk. We walk in silence. We greet fellow pilgrims. We eat where we find a place to sit on the camino or in a bar/cafe. We’ve fallen, lost a toenail and endured knee pain. We climb steep hills. We encounter sad dogs and happy dogs. We put jackets on and take jackets off all day long. We are happy and exhausted at day’s end.

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Art, Nature, Travel, and the Meaning of Life


I finished a mixed media piece.  A small canvas, using vintage fabric, acrylic, leaf prints, hand stitching, buttons, and a few strips cut from an old book.



This guy was walking around the parking lot at the beach the other day while I was walking.  I’m aware of the importance of his beak, but it looked uncomfortable.  His head, though, was so soft and fuzzy looking.




My niece and sister-in-law are going on their first trip out of the country. Destination: Paris, France.  I’m giving them a few ideas of places they could visit right outside of the city.  One would be Giverny, home at one time to Claude Monet.  For artists, it is a must see if you visit Paris.  The gardens and water lily ponds at Giverny were the subjects of many of Monet’s paintings.


As for the ongoing gathering of necessities to walk the Camino, this arrived in the mail.  It’s the official pilgrim’s passport.  It needs to be stamped at each town along the way until you get to the destination of Santiago De Compostela.


thoughts on THE MEANING OF LIFE  (a quote from Neil deGrasse Tyson)

“Maybe the meaning of life is something that you create, that you manufacture for yourself and others.  Have I learned something today that I didn’t know yesterday?  Bringing me a little closer to all that can be known in the universe.  Just a little closer, however far away all the knowledge sits.”

Just sharing.  Have a good weekend.





Walking, Walking and…Walking

I’m going to walk The Camino!

Tickets in hand, and departing in April with two friends.  We’ll start in Pamplona and walk 453 miles to Santiago de Compostela. That should give me time to build up the amount of miles I am able walk in a day.  Right now I’m walking four miles every evening, and soon will add four miles in the morning for a total of eight each day. When we get to Spain we’ll be walking twelve to fifteen per day, but stopping for breaks and lunch.  The weather is good for practicing now.  Although one cloudy morning (I had planned on two walks that day), I set out with a warning of rain from my husband.  If it rains I thought, it will be drizzle.


Wrong.  After two miles and my Starbucks hot chocolate in hand, DOWNPOUR! I looked like I’d jumped in a pool with my clothes on.  Since I was only wearing a t-shirt with jeans, it was cold.  I called my son to pick me up, but by the time we found each other, the sun was out.  I sent him home and I continued on foot.

Since the rain, we’ve had some cold wind.  But the cold air, combined with warm sun shining on my face while I walk, has been kind of heavenly.  Some photos from my walks.



Below are two residents of a house with nine cats.


Besides walking, I visited a new museum in LA called The Broad.  A contemporary collection of the man who built it, Eli Broad.  Below is a graphite drawing by Ed Ruscha.  Phenomenal.


“Tulips” by Jeff Koons.  (out of focus, but I liked the photo)


One of El Anatsui’s pieces that looks like cloth but made from the foil on wine bottles. Gorgeous


The architectural elements on the building were also very contemporary.  Here is a window looking out at the Disney Concert Hall downtown with the San Gabriel mountains in the background.


There was a small dark room covered with mirrors and little hanging lights. The platform that you stood on was surrounded by water, so even the floor was sparkling.


If you are interested in reading about The Camino, there’s an entertaining book written by a German comedian describing his walk from the Pyrenees in France to Santiago de Compostela.


Finally, as excited as I am about my travel plans, it is impossible not to feel grief about the insanity permeating the world.  One of the victims of the Paris assault was a young woman from the same university that my son graduated from in Long Beach, Ca.  I can imagine how excited she was to be doing some of her studies in Paris.  How unimaginable that she would die in this horrific way.  I’ve read that one of the intentions of the terrorists was to create a backlash against the flow of refugees pouring into Europe.  I hope that governments continue to see these tired and desperate refugees, who have been forced to leave their homes, with compassion.