- Time of past OR future Camino
- Frances SJPP to SdC Oct/Nov 2015
Frances Burgos toSdC March/April 2016
W. Highland Way August 2016
Camino Somewhere September 2017
I have been in love with Spain since I was a young teenager. When most of my peers were signing up for French or German classes, it was Spanish for me. Even in college, I continued with studying Spanish, although my teacher from Peru was strict, marching around with a short baton, and would tap our hands when we said something amiss. This happened often.
Some of my best friends growing up were the Mexican kids that migrated to Oregon with their parents every year. I loved being able to speak Spanish with them, if even just a little. When I signed up for Spanish as a teenager, I was surprised that we didn't have more people who would want to talk with the kids from Mexico as practice.
In staring at maps of Europe--for years--I always knew it would be Spain first. I am getting closer to my dream destination.
Imagine my delight, when I learned--two years ago--that 12% of my DNA is from the Iberian Peninsula area, and more specifically, I can trace my genealogy to an area in the Pyrenees. Yes, the Pyrenees.
So, to a degree, I feel that I am coming home.
About a week ago, I saw a picture of a man from that area. He had dark skin, like Dad's, with very dark eyes and gray hair. His nose was kind of broad. Seriously, he looked so much like my late father. I just smiled. My father's and his mother's olive skin tone and dark eyes and hair had always fascinated me.
And, that's why Spain is first.
No one has ever been able to stop my love affair with this beautiful, diverse country, and no one ever will.
How did your love affair with Spain begin?
Some of my best friends growing up were the Mexican kids that migrated to Oregon with their parents every year. I loved being able to speak Spanish with them, if even just a little. When I signed up for Spanish as a teenager, I was surprised that we didn't have more people who would want to talk with the kids from Mexico as practice.
In staring at maps of Europe--for years--I always knew it would be Spain first. I am getting closer to my dream destination.
Imagine my delight, when I learned--two years ago--that 12% of my DNA is from the Iberian Peninsula area, and more specifically, I can trace my genealogy to an area in the Pyrenees. Yes, the Pyrenees.
So, to a degree, I feel that I am coming home.
About a week ago, I saw a picture of a man from that area. He had dark skin, like Dad's, with very dark eyes and gray hair. His nose was kind of broad. Seriously, he looked so much like my late father. I just smiled. My father's and his mother's olive skin tone and dark eyes and hair had always fascinated me.
And, that's why Spain is first.
No one has ever been able to stop my love affair with this beautiful, diverse country, and no one ever will.
How did your love affair with Spain begin?