One year ago today, late on the night of April 4, I posted this on the American Pilgrims of the Camino Facebook page:
We leave in 16 hours. The bags are too heavy. I don’t know the languages, and I’m told my accents are atrocious. I have barely trained. The house-sitting/pet-sitting plans are held together with thin threads that may snap. I am a messy ball of nerves.
And yet, I will walk, and it will be okay. Whatever this adventure is going to be has already begun as I peel my fingers, one by one, from my expectations.
It was so much better, and harder, and more than I ever expected.
