Sharing my adventures as I navigate life
This s where I talk about my travels.
Spring is a time for renewal, transitions, new beginnings. So, even though it’s still unseasonably cold and the snow refuses to melt, my two oldes kids are starting some exciting new adventures. Following his dream The oldest boy told us this week that he was applying to join the Forces Reserve. This young man has
Ah those hills! This was a hilly day. A very hilly day. The day did not start well because I slept so poorly. After the previous day's rain which gave me the nasty blisters, my feet were very sore. To add to my woes, the hotel in Portomarin was the only one that I’d consider
The day started early. I had spent the night at Casa Pacios, a beautiful rural B & B. I’m so glad that I stayed away from the main hustle and bustle of Triacastela. I headed down to the beautiful dining room a little before 8 am which was when breakfast was served. There were 2
Early rising The start of the Camino finally arrived. The day I had been planning for finally came and I was nervous, yet ready to face whatever came my way. I woke up early so my cousin Lourdes could drive me to the starting point, O’Cebreiro. Before heading out, I taped my feet where I
Departure day is fast approaching This week, I was all set to write about yoga and then it hit me: next week I leave for Spain and start walking the Camino. So, instead, I'm going to do a last post about Camino prep. All summer, I’ve been busy packing and organizing for this trip. Just about
Departure day will soon be here. Even though I’ve booked the airline tickets and hotels, it still feels surreal that I’ll be walking the Camino very soon. My biggest concerns with this walk are blisters and bed bugs. Eww.... I’m not worried about my fitness level since I’m in great shape. I’m not scared or
Spain and Portugal: a visit to my roots In February and March 2013, hubby and I went back to my roots when we revisited Portugal and Spain. This trip planted a little seed in my brain: I wanted to come back, alone, and spend time rediscovering my Spanish roots. As we drove through the Spanish
Taking time to rediscover my Spanish roots, one km at a time. Oh, wow… 6 days to go and I’m off work for 7 months. Seven whole months to myself. It’s started to sink in, but in some ways it still feels surreal. In 80 days I leave for Spain to walk part of the