Almost all of my time off for the past few months has been working on getting ready for the Camino. Of course, I was still rushing around right up until the last minute, including getting a haircut (from my dad) less than an hour before leaving for the airport.
I can’t remember the last time I flew out of, or into, Dayton during the daylight, so it was fun to actually be able to see things that I recognized. I saw Good Sam, and waved to everybody, but since everyone I work with is in the basement, no one waved back.
Now I’m sitting in Newark, waiting for my overnight flight to Madrid. When I get in tomorrow, I take another flight to Lyon, then catch a train to Le Puy en Velay, which is where I will begin the walking part of my Camino. Everyone’s Camino begins before they actually start walking. Mine began in April.
I guess I’d better go get in line. Tomrrow in Spain! And France!