It is precisely 76 days until I travel to Madrid then on to Sarria to walk the Camino de Santiago.
My new backpack …
My planned route, Sarria to Santiago. Santiago to Muxia. Muxia to Finisterre -“the end of the world”.
I have been planning (dreaming) for years, training for many, many months. It has been tough and a quite the education of the inter workings of my body. I am not an athlete, and quite frankly, not much of an exerciser. But I have to say .. there is something so calming and tranquil about wandering through the nature trails by my home.
my training trails ..
I plan to keep a journal and a photo journal of the things that I have learned, the wisdom I will surely learn and of the many people I hope to meet along the way.
After my solo journey, I will take a breather to process what I have come to learn in Paris, London and Toulouse. Probably not the best places for down time – but what can I say, I left my heart in Paris 2 years ago and I am too close NOT to go back.
So, if you have never been on this magnificent journey of pain and self discovery, you can follow along with me ..without the pain.
I would be interested in hearing from those that have made this journey, their place of origin and if their life changed upon their re-entry back in to their daily life.
I spent a beautiful lightly snowy and foggy (early) morning at a gem of a cemetery over looking a beautiful lake. I must say, I was a bit spooked at times as the gates had just opened and there wasn’t a soul (no pun intended) insight. But I thoroughly enjoyed it and wandered for sometime, losing myself in the peace, quiet and fog.
This cemetery was founded in 1871, This quite interesting story began with several New England-born men and women who came to Minnesota around the late 1800’s. These were the men and women that helped to build the city of Minneapolis. They were progressive, enlightened and envisioned this amazing plot of land as a place for the community members to be buried in beauty and tranquility.
And silence sounds no worse than cheers / After death has stopped
— A. E. Housman
* SOMETHING TO PONDER *
If we really think that home is elsewhere and that this like is a wandering to find a home’, why should we not look forward to the arrival