It's been too, too long since I've been able to add the next entry. I think of it every day. Life has been erupting and interrupting. Then, one day not so long ago, an exciting opportunity came up to go on the Camino again for two weeks. So, are you kidding, I'm going! I'll be leaving tomorrow morning in the wee hours of 2-3 AM (those of you who have been reading can hear me thinking the words "crack of death" in big dark letters) and I will be returning on July the 4th, which happens to be my birthday. I can think of no better way to celebrate it. So keep your eyes, RSS feeds, and mice poised to click shortly after my return.
There is so much more to say about my journey from last year, and actually I am only one day away in the story from a very critical turning point. I feel pretty guilty about abandoning you and the story for an additional two weeks. I sincerely hope you will keep coming back to visit and to read along. I'm not quitting until I get it all out, even if I have to resort to writing in sand.
Let me take the opportunity now, however, to say a heartfelt thank you for those who have commented on my blog. Life has been challenging lately, and many times those simple words of encouragement and compliments on my blog have truly made my day a little easier, a little lighter, a little more hopeful. Thank you very much. Thanks also to all those out there reading along behind the scenes. I do watch the statistics and I know that my little, tiny niche of an audience is out there even if they aren't commenting. Thank you for your presence. I'm grateful for you.
Where am I going, you ask? I'll be walking from Le Puy en Velay to as close to St. Jean as I can get during the amount of time allotted. Estimated realistic place of arrival: Moissac. I think I could do the 500 kilometers in two weeks, terrain and physical challenges depending, but we'll see. Reaching St. Jean would be nice since that is where I started last year, but I know that it's the journey that's important, not the goal, so I don't have too much attachment to arriving in any one place other than the center of myself.
My pre-pack stuff is all over the sofa and floor as I write and I'm a little nervous about that. (I'm looking at the photo I just inserted and am having a small heart attack because my boots and walking poles aren't in the collection. Don't worry, I will not be taking everything you see, but I will be taking the boots and poles.) My life is still up in the air and I'm a lot more nervous about that. Who knows what will happen? It will be different this time, I know. All I can tell you is that I have my journal ready. I have my pen. I have my hat. I have this small amount of time to go again, here and now, so I'm taking it.
I'll be writing about it in the future, you can be sure.
I'll be thinking about this blog, you can also be sure.
I'll be eating a pain au chocolat when I hit France, you can be very sure.
I'll just be Deb on the Camino.