Thursday, April 30, 2015

The road to the way


My cousin Jill and I were raised together in the small northeastern Arizona town of Snowflake. Her house was a quarter mile up the road from mine and we logged hundreds of miles walking/running from one house to another.

Our close friendship has survived marriage (hers to Kim, mine to Mark), kids (10 between us), living in separate places (Jill in Snowflake, me in Mesa) and now an ever increasing pack of exceptionally good looking and brilliant grandchildren.


When Jill first talked to me about the "pilgrimage" that she wanted to take I was not too impressed. Going to Spain sounded fun, but walking dusty roads with a backpack wasn't exactly the way I had dreamed about touring. But as soon as I started reading about the Camino de Santiago I was intrigued.

The thought of millions of people walking 
for thousands of reasons 
over hundreds of years 
soon became a thought I could not let go of.








So I'm trying to get ready by

- walking lots of miles
- practicing my Spanish
- reading endless blogs on the Camino
- watching hours of videos
- figuring out whether I'll fit inside a l lb. sleeping bag
- planning giddily with Jill






Less than a month to go!
Laraine