Stefanie Hurtado

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Stefanie Hurtado

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May 6, 2013

i'm stefanie*, i was born in las vegas on the 4th of july. i'm a 23-year-old aspiring writer, photographer, life-long traveler, and amateur farmer. and i think you're really pretty.

I'm Stefanie! I'm a New York City filmmaker, photographer, traveler and writer. In love with my best friend.

Hot dang!

We started the Camino on August 6th so have officially been walking across Spain for 9 whole days. I kind of can’t believe it. I’ve been half in an exhausted state of delirium and half can’t-believe-my-eyes because this land is so perfect.
This is a photo from day 1 in which we walked from St-Jean-Pied-de-Port, across the Pyrenees Mountains from France into Spain. It was the hardest and most beautiful hike of my life. David made 46373 LOTR references 🧙‍♂️ It was uncommonly hot, we had eaten very little 🤦🏻‍♀️, and the uphill was relentless (but the downhill was worse). And wanna know the hilarious part? When we finally made it down the mountain to the first Spanish town where most pilgrims spend the night, called Roncesvalles... they turned us away 😂 A volunteer on a power trip put his hands up to David’s chest as if he were a security threat and told us they were out of beds in all the hostels. Another flippant volunteer “offered” to drive us two towns ahead for 15 euro. We were so exhausted that we nearly wavered for all of two seconds. They really wanted us to believe the nearest available hostel was over 4 miles away. We declined because, well, we’re obviously WALKING across Spain. We trudged away, not knowing what the hell would happen in the following hours. Heads down and feet heavy, we took a chance on the 2 miles to the next village, which was like a ghost town in comparison. We were then met with the warmest Spanish ladies who jumped up and offered their seats, found us a room to ourselves, and served up their cheapest coldest cervezas. I could’ve died of happiness in that shaded garden surrounded by flowers and chatty gray-haired Spaniards.
Idk what the moral of that is, except to soldier on when assholes who are prob in cahoots with the hostel two towns away try and trick you into giving up on your goal. We walked a total of 21 miles that day. 46,869 steps from 7am to about 6:30pm according to my phone. I would do it all again for the sweet taste of relief at the end, feeling like we won the day. But alas, that’s what’s happening now and for the next ~28 days. Wish us luck!

Sleepwalking in the south of France

Aix en Provence

Aix en Provence

Chelsea and I went to the same high school in a tiny town in Florida but somehow never met. Sometime after college, a mutual friend of ours sent her a link to my blog (hah I used to blog when I was traveling, to an audience of about 5 people). For whatever reason, she liked what I was writing and reached out to me. We then had a chance to meet up in Amsterdam, which I had hitchhiked to with my new friend @mamanoley right before my birthday. This angel baby came over on my birthday with Dutch pastries and I loved her right away. Then we randomly ran into each other in Deland and laughed our heads off. I visited her in Delray, she came to the Virgin Islands. We sailed on a boat together for 10 days. Now, 5 years later, we live in NYC and hang out every other weekend and she’s watching my cat for 3 months. When I told her about this trip and she immediately offered that up, I just about cried. If you find a friend who brings you treats when you’re happy AND when you’re sad and babies your cat while you’re away, prolly should convince her to move to your city and never let her go. Isn’t she the cutest? Idk what I would’ve done without her this past year ❤️

Hi, just sitting at a bar in JFK, dreaming of Paris. I just flew in from shooting a beautiful wedding in Vermont. David is on his way and our flight is at 5. It’s happeninggg. I’m not nervous anymore bc I have rosé 🙃

Last time in Spain, 2013.

Let’s be real, the hardest part about this trip will not be the whole walking 500 miles thing, but being away from this little bunny for so long 😭😭😭 Before we got Winston 2 years ago, David and I used to look at funny pictures of cats every night before bed. If I’d had a bad day, he would just silently approach me and show me cute kittens cause he knew that was my cure all 😂 And now I have my own real life one—if only he was into leash walking and long distance flights, hahah!

Winnie is going to be with friends here in New York who’ll love him while we’re away, but I feel like I’m leaving my child behind. Is that weird?! Anyone else think of their pets as little people? 😂❤️

Last time in Spain, June 2013.

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