After coming home from the Camino, I thought if I walked 172 miles in 10 days, I could conquer my fear of dating. Let’s face it – it has been over 26 years since I have gone on a first date. To give you some perspective – in 1993 phones were smaller...
Coordination is not my strong suit. Now I am not talking about coordinating events – that I love and could do with my eyes shut. No I am talking about the ability to dance or walk and chew gum at the same time. I was born with two left feet – figuratively...
Blisters, wounds, sprains and bruises. Nobody is free from pain on the Camino, especially when you try to avoid the mud. Sooner or later our body pays the price, and we may have to take a slower pace or even stop. Strangely, the Camino wouldn’t be the same...
When I was younger I would attend a Mother’s Day Celebration at my Grandmother’s church. They would play a fun game of “What does your purse weigh?” Whoever’s purse weighed the most was the winner. Year after year my mother would win with...
The arrow shows us the Camino path. For 11 days we followed the yellow arrow religiously. Looking for it as a lifeline to the next turn, twist, or any forward momentum. If it weren’t for this, many times we wouldn’t know where to go. Whenever we found it,...
Maybe it is the jet lag… maybe it is coming home to no one… maybe it is just event let-down… but life after the Camino has been dreary! I go to asleep at 10pm or 11pm and awake at 4am. I reluctantly unpacked my suitcase. The souvenirs that I spent...
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