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Had you asked me, as little as three months ago, what I knew of the Camino, I'd have said it was a single route, like the Appalachian Trail. I had no idea there were such different paths. Each has an appeal, for me. And, while, at this moment, I plan to walk The Francis, this may change. The del Norte, The Primivito and The Portuguese top the list... although The Via de La Plata has its draw. I've even considered combining The Portuguese and the Primivito. But, perhaps, too ambitious to start off.
I wish I could say, with absolute certainty, that I would be back to do those other routes. I truly want to. Life has showed me, this past year, that I may propose, but God will dispose.
So, I want to make the best of this one, with a hope for another...and, another.
So far, flights from where I am to Biarritz and either walk (which I so want to do) to St Jean Pied-du-Port or grab a train seems the best way forward. And, a big part of deciding which route to take is the knowledge that my Baby Duck would have chosen The Francis. She was much more the people person, than am I.
People will, I'm sure, look at my 50L pack and shake their head. But I do have a bit of experience with carrying a pack and have 5 months to get myself ready. My thinking is, if I am prepared to live out of my pack for a couple of days, I won't limit myself to where I can stay. I imagine the possibility of paying some farmer a small bit to allow me to sleep at the edge of his field.
(I post these things so that the more seasoned Pilgrims can point out the error of my thinking. Please be kind)
It's early, yet, and I still am working out my personal packing list. But, one thing that is a must, and has been on every trip I've ever taken, is a copy of one of Robert Fulghum's books. I begin most days when I am adventuring by reading a portion of his book, to help put me in that place where, as Mr. Fulghum says, I can be "aware of wonder".
Over the years, I've developed a set response, when I mention how much I enjoy his books and someone asks me why. I share one, particular bit from one of his books. One Christmas, Mr. Fulghum used a cassette tape (I am dating myself, here. If you don't know about cassette tapes, ask your grandparents) and recorded Christmas songs on the tape. Then, he took the cassette apart and used the tape as ribbon to wrap all the presents. When I tell people that, I can see by the look on their face that, they get it and I don't need to explain further... or, they don't get it and I just smile.
I've also begun to brush up on my Spanish. I will mispronounce the words and the locals will laugh and correct me. But, most will, I hope, appreciate the effort.
I might still not be totally sure which route I'll walk. But I know where my Camino's beginning. It began when I stopped and watched my sun rise and decided that I would walk.
Buen Camino and, Ultreia e suseta
I wish I could say, with absolute certainty, that I would be back to do those other routes. I truly want to. Life has showed me, this past year, that I may propose, but God will dispose.
So, I want to make the best of this one, with a hope for another...and, another.
So far, flights from where I am to Biarritz and either walk (which I so want to do) to St Jean Pied-du-Port or grab a train seems the best way forward. And, a big part of deciding which route to take is the knowledge that my Baby Duck would have chosen The Francis. She was much more the people person, than am I.
People will, I'm sure, look at my 50L pack and shake their head. But I do have a bit of experience with carrying a pack and have 5 months to get myself ready. My thinking is, if I am prepared to live out of my pack for a couple of days, I won't limit myself to where I can stay. I imagine the possibility of paying some farmer a small bit to allow me to sleep at the edge of his field.
(I post these things so that the more seasoned Pilgrims can point out the error of my thinking. Please be kind)
It's early, yet, and I still am working out my personal packing list. But, one thing that is a must, and has been on every trip I've ever taken, is a copy of one of Robert Fulghum's books. I begin most days when I am adventuring by reading a portion of his book, to help put me in that place where, as Mr. Fulghum says, I can be "aware of wonder".
Over the years, I've developed a set response, when I mention how much I enjoy his books and someone asks me why. I share one, particular bit from one of his books. One Christmas, Mr. Fulghum used a cassette tape (I am dating myself, here. If you don't know about cassette tapes, ask your grandparents) and recorded Christmas songs on the tape. Then, he took the cassette apart and used the tape as ribbon to wrap all the presents. When I tell people that, I can see by the look on their face that, they get it and I don't need to explain further... or, they don't get it and I just smile.
I've also begun to brush up on my Spanish. I will mispronounce the words and the locals will laugh and correct me. But, most will, I hope, appreciate the effort.
I might still not be totally sure which route I'll walk. But I know where my Camino's beginning. It began when I stopped and watched my sun rise and decided that I would walk.
Buen Camino and, Ultreia e suseta