Have you ever had the feeling life is on the verge of transformation?
I’m in that fuzzy place between a comfortable existence and an unquenchable thirst to walk the 780 km pilgrimage from France to Spain: The Camino de Santiago Trail.
I know what you’re thinking, “Shauna, you are not exactly the roughing it adventurous type, unless you consider a quiet afternoon at the beach….roughing it.” The Camino is 30-40 days of hiking, slugging a backpack by day and evenings spent in an Albergue. (a fancy spanish word for hostile).
Initially, I considered blaming this deranged idea on my youngest daughter. She lives in Spain and was the first to mention the trail 3 years ago. The unfortunate flaw in trying to absolve myself of any and all accountability is that when she was young, I made the mistake of repeating, “We are all responsible for our own actions”.
*Parents…be careful what you tell your kids, they remember and are waiting to use it against you when you’re older.
Lacking a scapegoat, I find myself in the annoying position of having to admit this idea is a product of my own design.
In the coming weeks, I’ll report on my progress. I eagerly await your tips on footwear, rain-gear and all recommendations of psychologists specializing in mid-life lunacy.
What are your thoughts on Spain in spring?