I’ve been trying to let ChatGPT write an article for my blog from a conversation I had with it, but I’m never better served than by myself. Just a reminder that AI can do plenty, but it won’t steal my unique voice and vision. What comes out of me holds a vibration of authenticity, and it just hit different. After writing at Radio Bush yesterday, I knew there was more inside me, so I sent my entry to ChatGPT and asked it to create a few questions to help me dive into the core

I made it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wow. I can’t fully process it yet. It feels surreal. I started to write yesterday, but the aftershock of arrival hit me hard. My body couldn’t cope with anything anymore. I finally got my period on the way to Santiago, which now feels symbolic. My whole system perfectly synchronized with my mind and the experience itself. I had been tense for a week, carrying the accumulation of fatigue, and my body must have stored every last drop of energy just to m

Okay, guys, big update. Today was completely different. I’m honestly exhausted right now, and it’s taking all my motivation to sit and write because I’d rather just enjoy the evening with my new friends. But you don’t know them yet, so let’s rewind to this morning. I had a rough night, waking up around 3am. and struggling to fall back asleep. Still, I made it out of the albergue by eight. I found a café, ordered a toast with tomato, avocado, and scrambled eggs, and a latte

It’s official, I’m almost done now. Only tomorrow, and then on Monday I’ll walk into Santiago. Crazy. I can’t believe this is coming to an end. The few days of frustration have passed, leaving only gratitude for this experience and a bubbling excitement to complete it. I was a little nervous this morning when I left the albergue to get my coffee, thinking about the almost thirty kilometers ahead. But I decided not to overthink it, to take it gracefully. I knew my mindset wou

I’m trying to gather the strength to come on the page again today, even though I’m almost shaky from how tired I am, tired of walking, tired of thinking, tired of pushing. I’m fed up with this whole experience again. But I won’t bore you with the exhaustion; you already know it well by now. The truth is, today’s walk was still better than yesterday’s. I managed to cheer myself up along the way, gathering the scraps of energy left to not let the bad mood take over again. I’m

Today has been, by far, the hardest day so far. My period is literally teasing me at this point, my uterus feels like it’s taking all the space in my body, and my nervous system is fried. I only had 21 km to walk, but it felt like 30. Maybe because the end is now in sight, yet still far enough to test my patience. And honestly, I’ve reached my limit. The same damn day, again and again. I thought the final stretch would feel lighter, easier, that I’d sail into it gracefully.

Since this morning, I can’t help but think about the near end of this experience, and right now, I have to admit, it can’t come soon enough. I know, I know… I’ll miss it when it’s over. But not right away. I’ve had enough of dormitories, mediocre dinners, snoring strangers, ankle aches, and everything in between. I just want to be done. And yet, I also know I’m not ready for the waves of emotion that will crash over me when I arrive in Santiago. I can’t even think about it; m

I had a hard time falling asleep last night, maybe because of this full moon in Aries. I felt agitated. But at the same time, my mind was spinning around the beginnings of a world-building idea for an adventure/fantasy book I’ve been carrying for years. I need to start writing those ideas down because they’re taking shape in my head, and for them to flourish, I have to give them form. It’s something like multiple lives interconnected through a mystic quest based on a whole ne

I started walking again today with a long stage ahead, which meant waking up, getting ready, and stepping out by 7am. The night was still dark, and the harvest moon brighter than ever, so big it looked like it was landing on the hills. I wandered out of Cacabelos expecting to find small pueblos nearby with cafés open, but there was nothing for seven kilometers. I walked in silence for almost two hours, with no one in sight, just my headlamp lighting the way. It was the kind o

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