The Camino de Santiago was not even on my bucket list. Yet, after reading about it, the idea of backpacking for five weeks appealed to me; and the more I thought about it the more compelling it became. It promised the freedom, challenge, and adventure that I was seeking. If I could walk between 20 and 30 km per day, in a little more than a month, I would traverse northern Spain from east to west, going over mountains, across farmer's fields and vineyards, and even walk on an piece of old roman road. I would pass through medieval cities, charming towns, and quaint villages, some dating back to before the Middle Ages.
Follow me as I share with you my Camino experiences: the thrill and adventure, the emotional roller coaster of long days of walking, and the pleasurable encounters with so many wonderful people.
If being uncomfortable was an exit, then we had passed it long ago.
I am about as outdoorsy and brave as a lawn flamingo.
The most outside experience I've ever had was when I was leaving the womb.
I got out of the car and I was starting at the bottom of a mammoth boulder shaped mountain that stretched endlessly into the horizon. From the caverns of the stony alps, trees ascending with hopes of scraping the sky with their long green branches. The calm, fresh air washed over my smoke tainted lungs lovingly. It was clear, she was going to murder me.