- 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
In three days, our daughter gets married, an event that will surely be special and amazing. As her wedding planner (yep, I'm a good event person), I will be delighted when the cake shows up, the DJ plays the right music at the right time, and the champagne flutes stay in one piece---they were a gift of good crystal.
In the back of my mind (about a centimeter back! ha ha!) is my real obsession: my first Camino de Santiago.
Random thoughts:
1. My pack is amazing, but I sure wish I'd given more thought to the part that straps at the waist. If it only had a place for my drinking bottle. Bought one of those strap-on items, and it bounces around annoyingly. Did I get myself a Smarttube? No. Dragged heels on that. May do it, or may just resort to my newest trick: tucking half full water bottle against my chest in the chest strap, where it merrily crinkles and jounces a bit.
2. My feet are about as good as they are going to get. I am calloused up from miles of training. I have to stretch, wiggle, massage. Achilles tendonitis? Yep, on the left if I'm not careful. Plantar's Fascitis? Yep, lingering on both feet. Must keep stretching. Right after wedding, tea soaks, massages on feet, lots of water. "Body Glide" is good. Must remember to pack.
3. Must pack my pack. I've got everything, and must help it find its place. I'm a minimalist, so that's going to be fun. I have waterproof bags, and good there. I think I can stuff my ultra light down bag into one of them, as well as the Altus Poncho. Wait, that's silly!
4. Never did get the Dog Dazer. I had the revelation the other day that I could get it in Spain so stopped worrying about it.
5. Must get to the doctor for the written prescriptions. I do have one Rx that I have to pack carefully, but I'll be fine. Trying to remember how I took care of this when I was living in Cambodia. Their pharmacies are so dusty and random, with heart meds next to morphine next to baby aspirin. If I lose anything, I'll just replace it in Spain, so am going to make sure I've got good dosage notes. It's fine.
6. Smiling to think about flying. I developed an anxiety / fear of it some years ago, but honestly, I was chatting with a friend yesterday who said she loved to fly. Her father, a pilot for years, was apparently a remarkable and natural pilot and would often get himself and the family into "pickles" over many years. She shared that when she got a bit stressed in the air, she would go into a deep calm. This woman, my acupuncturist since 2011, told me several fascinating stories about her dad saving the day (the day which he had gotten them into, so to speak). I was laughing and enjoying her stories, and realized that my strategy is also the "deep calm". It works. So there!
7. I'm so excited. Wedding first, then it's full on Camino!
In the back of my mind (about a centimeter back! ha ha!) is my real obsession: my first Camino de Santiago.
Random thoughts:
1. My pack is amazing, but I sure wish I'd given more thought to the part that straps at the waist. If it only had a place for my drinking bottle. Bought one of those strap-on items, and it bounces around annoyingly. Did I get myself a Smarttube? No. Dragged heels on that. May do it, or may just resort to my newest trick: tucking half full water bottle against my chest in the chest strap, where it merrily crinkles and jounces a bit.
2. My feet are about as good as they are going to get. I am calloused up from miles of training. I have to stretch, wiggle, massage. Achilles tendonitis? Yep, on the left if I'm not careful. Plantar's Fascitis? Yep, lingering on both feet. Must keep stretching. Right after wedding, tea soaks, massages on feet, lots of water. "Body Glide" is good. Must remember to pack.
3. Must pack my pack. I've got everything, and must help it find its place. I'm a minimalist, so that's going to be fun. I have waterproof bags, and good there. I think I can stuff my ultra light down bag into one of them, as well as the Altus Poncho. Wait, that's silly!
4. Never did get the Dog Dazer. I had the revelation the other day that I could get it in Spain so stopped worrying about it.
5. Must get to the doctor for the written prescriptions. I do have one Rx that I have to pack carefully, but I'll be fine. Trying to remember how I took care of this when I was living in Cambodia. Their pharmacies are so dusty and random, with heart meds next to morphine next to baby aspirin. If I lose anything, I'll just replace it in Spain, so am going to make sure I've got good dosage notes. It's fine.
6. Smiling to think about flying. I developed an anxiety / fear of it some years ago, but honestly, I was chatting with a friend yesterday who said she loved to fly. Her father, a pilot for years, was apparently a remarkable and natural pilot and would often get himself and the family into "pickles" over many years. She shared that when she got a bit stressed in the air, she would go into a deep calm. This woman, my acupuncturist since 2011, told me several fascinating stories about her dad saving the day (the day which he had gotten them into, so to speak). I was laughing and enjoying her stories, and realized that my strategy is also the "deep calm". It works. So there!
7. I'm so excited. Wedding first, then it's full on Camino!