Usually the camino follows dirt roads, but at times I suffer the unforgiving impact of the pavement. Occasionally my way narrows into single-track, and I savor those moments. Wildflowers saturate the Andalucían spring. The waves of orange, yellow, and red make me smile when the pain in my feet demands otherwise.
Gilbert Carlson takes us on an overland trip through the Balkans, hitching his way into the cars and homes of the generous people of Kosovo.
Stephen Bugno searches for the real America on his trip through the heart of the country on The City of New Orleans train