Tomorrow morning Kevin and I start our three flight trek over to Spain. After 18+ hours of travel we should be getting to Pamplona sometime Thursday afternoon. We will take a day to get our bearings and adjust, and then we’ll start walking Saturday morning.
We’re as prepared as we can be at this stage, I think. Yesterday I laid out all our stuff for the next six weeks and it was shockingly bare when I saw it all laid out side by side. You’re only “supposed” to bring 10% of your body weight, which would give me less than 11 pounds to work with. And since my bag itself weighs almost 4…. well, you do the math. It means I get to bring next to nothing. I’m basically bringing 3 shirts, 2 pairs of pants, and then an “evening” outfit which is a tunic dress thing. That’s it.
Not pictured are our sleeping bags (sprayed with permethrin to prevent bedbugs!), toiletries, walking poles, and my iPad, but everything else is laid out in that little picture. My life for the next six weeks.
Well, for the next four weeks, at least. You better believe that once we get to Santiago I’ll be running as fast as I can to the closest Zara.
Yesterday after just a couple of hours of cleaning the house and packing my feet started to hurt. Yes, my feet were aching simply from CLEANING THE HOUSE. I fear this does not bode well for my future walking.
However, part of this may have had to do with the fact that at the wedding this past weekend (which was AMAZING!!!!) I may have consumed a bit too much wine, and I started to do my little shimmy shoulder dance that I tend to do when I’m intoxicated.
Unfortunately for me, this resulted in the following:
My left ankle has been feeling a bit wonky and achy ever since.
Wearing 4+ inch heels to an outdoor wedding a mere three days before we are supposed to walk 500 miles. I’m a smart girl, let me tell you!
I also attempted to test out my walking poles this weekend (which I mentioned I have yet to use), and my friend Derek (the groom) told me I looked like Walt Jr. So uh, that’s awesome.
Anyway, I’m trying my best to not worry about all of this stuff because 1) there’s not a lot I can do about it, and 2) everyone that has done the camino keeps telling me that “the camino will provide” and to trust in that. So that’s what I’m doing.
Kevin said the more he learns about the Camino the more it sounds like some sort of psychedelic trip. There are a million Camino legends and everyone you talk to that has done it before will tell you things like “don’t plan, for if it’s meant to be part of your way, it will happen” “if you trust, the camino will provide” “the camino gives you what you don’t even know you need” “pick an intention and the camino will help it flourish!” and similar sentiments.
It’s a little more hippy dippy than I’m used to, but hey, I’m going with it! One of my hopes for this trip is that I get some clarity on what exactly it is I want to do with my life. I’ve managed to get really good at figuring out what I don’t want to do, but I’m still not so sure what I do want to do with this life of mine. And so I hope that if I start the Camino with the intention of self-discovery and exploration and clarification, the Camino spirit will work it’s magic on me, too.
After all, it’s a lot more fun to think of it like that than just a really long walk, right?
Either way, I can’t wait.
P.S. Thank you so much for all of the encouraging comments on my last post. It was exactly what I needed to help calm my nerves. Kevin refers to all you lovely people as my “support group” and it’s kind of true. So thank you again!