Looking at the sunrise this morning, I could almost imagine I was just waking from a trans-Atlantic overnight flight, lifting the little plastic cover on the window next to my seat and feeling butterflies about the soon to be landing in Spain to begin the Three Sisters Camino. My “flight” was long and boring but nevertheless, I felt hopeful that soon I would be standing at the “starting line” ready for the challenge ahead of me.
It’s been a long two years, Covid notwithstanding. Each and every day of masking and sanitizing, donning and doffing layers of PPEs, wondering if I will ever get rid of the red line around my nose and lips from the N95 mask. Not seeing the faces of my family, friends and patients, trying to read their expressions by looking at only their eyes. It’s been exhausting. Yet, there has been this small flame of intent that refused to be extinguished no matter the circumstances. Looking at the tote every day that contains my entire world for the Camino kept the fire burning.
Once again, I have tickets in “hand”, an itinerary and new hiking shoes. I’m still keeping my eye on the news and the latest Covid variant, B.1.1.529 that is jogging around western Europe. I have to tell myself little lies about this not negatively impacting my trip to keep the shadow of disappointment at bay.
So in 58 days, Goddess willing and the creek don’t rise, my sister and I will be on Spanish soil heading west until we reach Santiago.
Buen Camino
“Holy” Sneakers 500
With just a little imagination — “Holy” Sneakers 500
"Holy" Sneakers 500 