Death Of The Cool Girl
She died the moment she wore these Hokas.
A year ago today (!) I completed a 500-mile walk across Spain. For 30 days straight, my routine was the same: walk about 15 miles with everything I had on my back, hunt down some churros or ice cream, hand wash my clothes in whatever sink I could find, and then crash into bed. I had three pairs of underwear, two pairs of pants and three shirts. I slept …