The therapist’s advice was practical and, in retrospect, slightly unorthodox: “You need to be somewhere your phone doesn’t work.” She wasn’t wrong. After eighteen months…
On the morning I left Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port, a French Basque village at the foot of the Pyrenees, I weighed my backpack three times. 8.4 kilograms. By…
I didn’t plan to disconnect. The mountain cabin I’d rented simply didn’t have Wi-Fi, and cell service was nonexistent past the tree line. What started…