The week before my flight I repacked my 2 suitcases (one for the Camino, and the other for everywhere else) 3 times. I thought for sure they would be super overweight. In the end they were only 12 and 14 kilos. It was a very different experience than last time I flew to Europe with only a rolling backpack. It seriously caused me some grief. Once those suitcases were checked though, I had this feeling of finality. There was nothing left to do, to look after, no time left to say good bye to anyone else. Whatever didn’t get done has to wait until I get back. Those past 6 weeks leading up to my departure were incredibly busy. There were so many little things that added up to mountains of work, and well, being honest here, were a little overwhelming. The room got done and rented in time, the fence got done, the garage got organized, and of course I HAD to plant 7 more plants literally just minutes before I left for the airport, lol.
Saying good bye to so many of my friends, clients and of course my family made me a little sad and also a little anxious. At the same time I was also letting go, creating room for what is yet to come. Creating space to think about what I still need to let go of that I am holding on to from a past that seems like 2 lifetimes ago. This whole adventure has taken me out of my routines and familiar surroundings. I have always been comfortable with the unknown, at least as far back as I can remember. I can make a home anywhere and feel at home anywhere. I visited with my mom and her boyfriend in Mil Palmeras for a week. It was nice to connect and just talk. I had many German breakfasts (my favorite food) that was always lovingly prepared.
Presently, I am still in Bilbao with one of my American friends who met me here. I love Bilbao, the people, it’s very walkable city, and it’s pintxos bars.
I’m leaving for Pamplona on Thursday. I saw some Pereginos walking in San Sebastián. There are many different Camino walks leading to Santiago de Compostela.
For now I’m off to get some cafe con leche🙂