25 May buen camino
My heart has heard the call of the Camino and I am responding. Today, I leave for the big walk, the ‘Camino de Santiago,’ beginning in Leon, Spain. I am carrying my belongings on my back and braving the trail, hoping for some clarity, some peace, and some great pictures.
A couple of years ago, my sister’s friend made the journey and I followed her daily blog posts. I needed to see what she was seeing and feel the feels right along with her. I loved the idea of being free to wander, to meet people from all over the world, to complete a pilgrimage of the heart. I knew I wanted to experience it for myself one day so I tucked the idea away in a secret corner of my heart, and waited.
I talked about the Camino with different friends and found some who had completed it themselves. One friend set up a dinner at her home so I could meet her mother and Aunt who had recently completed a Camino of their own. They showed me pictures, gave me insights, referred me to specific cafes and hotels. They even gave me the phone number for a taxi cab company should my feet fail me! Another friend bought me the movie, THE WAY, with Emilio Estevez and Martin Sheen. If you haven’t seen it, I highly recommend it.
So the idea continued to build. Hope bubbled up that one day I would have the courage to do it. For me, it does take courage to tackle something like this. I’m not a good camper. Once I went camping with friends and they laughed at me for wearing perfume and getting eating alive by mosquitoes! Hrmpf! I’ve been to Tulum, Mexico, with my sister and had to live in ‘The Nature’ for a few days, which of course prompted a lot of jokes as I screamed when the geckos called. Of course we were in a posh hotel but to me it felt like we were roughing it!
I can’t make this a long post or take time to explain the planning that went into this. My ride to the airport is almost here. I’ll just ask for your thoughts and prayers to be with me as I break out of my shell and embrace the trail. I’ve never done this before… never stayed in a hostel (or an albergue)… never backpacked. I’ve never walked like this. I’ve never been to Spain. I’ve never carried less than 3 pairs of shoes on any trip, everrrrrrr!
So wish me luck. Send me love. I am proving to myself that I can really do hard things. (I’m freaking out about finding my way from the airport to my first stop… but I’m determined to conquer these silly ole fears of mine!) My friend sent me a message today sharing her prayer for me, and I loved it. She said she hopes that I am able to leave my grief, a big fat chunk of it, on the trail. That I would become unfettered. That I would throw my cares and my far upon the One Who Loves Me. I am tucking these thoughts away in the space in my heart that holds all things Camino… we’ll see what happens out there.
(And yes, my hair is done, my legs are waxed, my nails are perfect, my pedi is complete, and the lashes are back on! If that isn’t trail ready, I don’t know what is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh lordy, someone save me!)