Monday, September 3, 2018
In ten days, I will pick up my backpack and board a flight to Porto, Portugal, in preparation for my third Camino de Santiago. This time, I have chosen to walk half of the Camino Portugués, a mere two weeks of walking, approximately 250-300 km, depending on how much I can hug the coastline. I’m loaded with information, since this particular route has fewer waymarkers (the yellow arrows and scallop shells), but if I keep the sea on my left, I think I will be fine.
No photos yet, unless I want to hold onto the memory of our guest bed strewn with items from Caminos past . . . and I hope I can cut out about 3-5 lbs of “stuff” this time. Two new backpacks to choose from, both smaller than the one I used on the Frances and the Norte. Things are so busy here at home that I haven’t had the opportunity to conjur up either excitement or fretfulness regarding the upcoming trip. Is that calm I feel, knowing I’ve done this before, and have nothing to prove? Or is it just that there are so many other thoughts and tasks ahead of me before I board the plane across the ocean? I think the latter.
One way or another, I welcome another few weeks of my life away from all my usual interference. My youngest son just had a beautiful wedding in LaJolla, the bills are paid, and my “to do” list is getting shorter. Neil and Kali will take their usual ritual morning stroll around the neighborhood, and I hope they both think of me each time.
Looking forward to being back on The Way, and especially to seeing my Camino friend Ria again. Our treat after we reach Santiago de Compostela is two-fold: four days at the beautiful former monastery, San Martin Pinario, and after that, five days in Barcelona!
Stay tuned if you wish . . . I still write for me, and will smile and wave at those of you who are still following this oldish woman as she walks the Camino path.