100 days or 2400 hours, or 144,000 minutes, or 8,640,00 seconds from now, I will officially be a senior citizen. I will also be boarding a flight to cross the Atlantic Ocean to Madrid, Spain as I begin the first leg of my “Camino” journey.
On these snowy, gray, miserable, driving days of winter, it helps to re-examine the contents of my (at present) pristine pack and imagine how it will look once I’ve completed this walk. I conjure up images of warm days, stunning vistas and meeting people from all over the world, who also carry packs which contain the entire contents of our lives for the moment, but whose “Camino” may have a very different connotation for them than mine does for me. Either way, our journeys are an exploration of the human condition, testing our mettle, if you will.
I will be very glad when the boots I am wearing carry me across the soils of Spain and not the snows of Maine.
Buen Camino
“Holy” Sneakers 500
"Holy" Sneakers 500 