›› More about me | ›› More about Anders

In August of 2002, I left Canada with my parents to embark upon a pilgrimage called ‘’El Camino de Santiago’’. It is an ancient road traveled by people from around the world, walking towards the same destination: the city of Santiago de Compostela. There are many roads from which to start but they all ultimately lead to one main road in the north of Spain. My parents and I had decided to start walking from ‘Le Puy en Velay’ in France, a distance of about 1700 km to Santiago.

Meanwhile as fate would have it, near the end of September of that same year (2002), Anders had also made his way to Spain to walk 750 km from the Pyrenees to Santiago. He had planned to do the pilgrimage alone for 6 weeks, but things on this road don’t always work out the way we foresee them... He only walked one day by himself and the rest is about us...

On September 27th, after having walked 900 km already, our paths crossed in a small village called Larasoaña. I had walked pretty fast that day, and was sure that I’d be the first one to arrive at the refuge. When I got there, I saw him, in his blue fisherman hat, sitting on a set of stairs. I'm not certain what passed between us but it was "something powerful at first sight". We got along right away, and one of the first things we talked about was music which we later found out we had greatly in common. It was the beginning of our relationship and of a musical partnership. For weeks after that, we had hoped to find a guitar along the way, but who carries one on a pilgrimage right? Well one day, in a little refuge run by the British, we found a guitar: it was old, it was too small, it was perfect. We sang all night, it was wonderful. We ended up walking the rest of the pilgrimage together, along with my parents. The good bye was heart breaking. I sat on a bench in tears while Anders sang ‘Smile’ in my ear. A week later, he called me to say that he was coming to Canada...

We started writing songs right away, the words and melodies just poured out of us like good wine. I wrote my stories and he played them on his magical guitars. In August of 2003, I made the decision to move to Sweden and I’ve been there ever since. We live in a small town called Östersund, in a charming one-bedroom apartment with our two cats: Betty and Lola.

This is our truth.