Sometimes things are almost perfect…

Sometimes things are almost perfect…

…  and then they are not!

img_1274The long, slow process back to the states has begun. Up at 5:30 AM for the taxi to pick me up at 6:30 and take me to the train station. Not being an experienced train ridee, I didn’t know how much time I needed, so was there at least an hour in advance. Seems trains, unlike planes, are always on time! I managed to figure out which train car and which seat was mine and then promptly fell asleep for the long five hour ride to Madrid.

As the train approached Madrid I pulled out the information about the hotel I was supposed to stay at tonight. Now the process of finding the hotel was a long, drawn out process back in Arizona in early August. One afternoon Diane and I went through booking.com for over an hour and a half, looking at places close to the airport to stay. Of course we did all this by phone as she was in California and I was in Arizona!

The criteria was someplace close to the airport, not too expensive, breakfast included, and a shuttle to the airport. I have no clue how I managed to get the one that I am staying in tonight, but the only thing that meets the criteria is that it has breakfast in the morning.  When I check the distance on maps.com, it was an 18 minute ride by car. Well, that shouldn’t be too bad. But, when I got in the cab, the guy immediately set the meter at €20. That was the starting place for the ride!  Then we just kept getting farther and farther away from the airport, driving on the freeway to get to wherever we needed to go. When he pulled off into the area where I’m staying, I just shook my head, and asked “what have I done?”

It’s not quite the area that you would want to have anybody you love stay in. Pretty seedy looking, and as I walked into the hotel I had to hold my breath because the smell from of all the cleaning fluids was so strong it was almost impossible to breathe!  Nobody speaks English here, so I had to make my way through the conversation. Seems there is no shuttle, and it will be another €30 if they take me back, or I can take public transportation. But the transportation only goes to terminal one, two, and three, and of course wouldn’t you know it, I need to go to terminal four. ( did I mention that €30 is a little less than $34?)  oh, and public transportation meant I would have to figure out my way on a regular bus! Not the cool bus transportation along the Camino!

So the room cost $50, and transportation back-and-forth cost $70)!  My room looks like something out of the 50s, nothing on the walls except one 18 inch flatscreen TV. The sheets look like they were rejects from an old Motel 6. The lamps are something I probably gave away to goodwill after College.  Then there’s the smell! The cleaning products they used are unbelievably strong! I would’ve preferred a bucket of bleach over what it smells like in here. The air-conditioner does work, so I am freezing myself out, and I have opened the windows to the street, but it is a main street with cars and buses, so not only do I  get the traffic noise, but I get the exhaust fumes as well!

So what’s the take away from all of this? I’m not quite sure, but I certainly wish I was back on the Camino, walking along the paths with the smell of cows instead of the smell of chemicals!

And, it’s only one night. I can do anything for one night.

Thanks for listening!

 

I made it to Santiago

I made it to Santiago

Santiago

For those of you who are following me on the blog, and do not have Facebook, I made it to Santiago Monday afternoon about 5 PM. I walked about 98 miles, in eight days. I will write more later, and plan to  take the Facebook posts and put them over here as well. Stay tuned, there is so much more to come! Love you all, willow

The ups and downs of life…

The ups and downs of life…

… And the Camino.

I’ve never liked hills. Or perhaps I should say I love looking at hills and I love being in the hills, and I especially love the hills that turn into mountains. But, I don’t like going up them and I don’t like going down them. I don’t like walking them, and I don’t like driving them, and yet, here I am in the middle of hill country. So what am I to do?

Well, it just becomes another life lesson, and one of the reasons I’m here. Seems life is full of ups and downs and places that you don’t want to go, and directions that seem next to impossible. So the answer is… One step at a time.

Today’s hike was another short one. The second day of my getting ready to do the long days. I walked 6 miles. But there were so many parts that went up, and many more that went down. In total, about 2000 ft descent. People have been telling me that the downhill it was harder than the uphill. Just to be clear, I don’t like uphill. Sometimes it seems too hard. Hmmmm, maybe I should look at that a little bit deeper about my life. But not now.

Yet today, walking in a foggy mist, and feeling that crisp cool air on my face, I didn’t pay attention to the hills. I simply walked. And it was fun. And I enjoyed it. And I took my time, And it took as long as it took. And they were right. The downhill is much harder!

Buen Camino!

Wandering in O’Cebreiro

Wandering in O’Cebreiro

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This was my first full day in Spain, and as you know by now, I decided to spend it as a “tourist”. Which meant I wasn’t walking. Although I still managed to walk almost 5 miles. It seems I have a lot of people following me on Facebook, so I’m not sure where to write what.  For now, it’s easier to post pictures on Facebook. Seems the upload time on this blog takes forever and the size of the pictures are too large. So you can get your pictures on Facebook and you can get me here.

I am so in love with this country, the beautiful landscape, the serenity, and the idea of simply taking a simple walk. Now, I might change my mind after I’ve done a couple long days of walking. But who knows?

I had an interesting observation this evening, an observation about myself. I went into the same café where I’d had lunch earlier and there were several large groups of people, obviously Peregrinos, sitting and laughing and talking. I ended up at a table by myself and at first I felt uncomfortable. As if, they were looking at me and wondering why I was by myself. But the more that I sat there, the more that I just knew at this time I needed silence, I needed space, and I needed to be outside.

So I hurriedly ate my meal, including drinking my vino, and took myself outside to a quiet place where I could sit and be. It was lovely! It was just what I needed! I sat and talked to God and the stars and the trees and the mountains that surrounded us and felt blissfully at peace.  This is what my soul has been longing for for quite some time.

I had originally planned to take this day and take a cab to a place called Cruz de Ferro, the iron cross, where people bring a stone representing their burdens and lay it down at the foot of the cross. It would’ve meant another day of juggling buses and cabs and Lord knows what all. When I decided not to go there but instead to go here and relax and unwind, my burdens were lifted. It’s amazing how things fall in place, when you let them. So early tomorrow morning, before I leave, I will place my stones underneath a tree and let go of my burdens.

So for all of you reading this, my wish for you is that you are able to let go of your burdens and be free. Buen Camino!

Bursitis

Bursitis

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Now for the down side to walking the Camino – or the preparation for walking the Camino…

i’ve been in training for months, sometimes more actively than others. The summer months in Tucson are brutal and for me it’s been next to impossible to walk outside.  The last two months I upped my game and was going to the gym three times a week and walking the same amount. One of my friends from the office where I work, Karen, and I were walking at the mall. It’s so easy to get the miles in when you hace somebody to walk and talk with.

About two weeks ago, maybe a little more, it was becoming difficult for me to put in the miles. Now many of you know I have some lower back issues, but who doesn’t at 65? One afternoon when Karen and I were walking at about a 16 minute mile, my right  hip began to burn. It had been bothering me for a while, but I just pushed past it. I could only walk a mile before I had to stop and stretch, and then the next mile I’d have to stop and sit. After finishing up 5 miles, I could barely walk to the car. Next morning I was at my chiropractor’s office (Lorin Welch) walking him in from the parking lot and telling him, “you have to see me now”.

After telling him where the pain was and what was going on, he reminded me of our conversation a year or so ago about bursitis. Oh, yeah, that’s what wrong!  And the cure for bursitis? To rest the joint and not do anything until it heals itself. How do you rest your hip when you have to begin walking in two weeks and you need the training? I went through an emotional downward spiral at that point, but my dear friends reminded me that this was a vacation and that I could actually enjoy it even if I wasn’t walking.

I started looking at this as a real vacation and not juse a push to see if I could actually do the walk. So, I haven’t been walking for over two weeks. I will get out today as a tourist, walk around the city, and see how it feels.  If the hip hurts I’ll take a bus or a cab and go from one location to the next. As my sister Sandy said, I can sit outside, people watch, drink wine, practice my Spanish, and have fun! Sounds like a good deal to me… After all, it’s “my Camino.” Hope you do your Camino your way!

 

Planes, trains, cars and taxis

Planes, trains, cars and taxis

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I am so amazed by the amount of planning and detail it takes to put a trip together! Starting out at 8:30 in the morning on Friday to get to the airport, to fly from Tucson to Dallas to  Madrid, shuttle over to the train station, then take two different trains to get to my first location Ponferrada, and then take a cab from the train station to the hotel. I arrived at 7pm local time Saturday night. For those of you who have done international traveling, maybe you’re used to it, but it’s been a while since I’ve gone anywhere outside of the US. Pretty freaking amazing!

My room in PonferradaI had made reservations through booking.com so I had a place to stay and I knew where I was going. It’s just shocking when were used to big rooms and lots of special items and to get into a room that’s 8 x 10 with a very strange light fixtures. I had to go ask the guy at the front desk the show me how to turn the lights on. Seems you put your key card in this light switch in order for the lights to go on. See the picture below.

 

So after getting settled in the room, I went out to explore. Close by was a beautiful plaza with an old church and the tthe castle right behind it. At the church a couple were getting married and they drove away in a horse drawn carriage. I sat outside at the café and ate my dinner drank some yummy wine from Spain  and watch the people go by. Kept trying to figure out which ones were the pilgrims and which ones were the toutposts. I think the pilgrims or Peregrinos as they’re called, are easy to spot because they are sunburned, mostly wearing flip-flops and some of them are limping!

Am I in Fairyland? The church in Ponferrado The castle at night! The castle in Ponferrado

Peace be with all of you and Buen Camino!

 

 

Day 1 = Leaving on a jet plane

Day 1 = Leaving on a jet plane

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I can’t believe the time is actually here and I’m heading to the airport in a few hours!

Yesterday my gear looked like this…

Before Packing

Now it looks like this…

After Packing

I’m ready for my adventure… not sure whether the adventure is ready for me! I leave from Tucson Airport at 11 AM and fly to Dallas (DFW). From Dallas I catch a non-stop flight to Madrid, Spain. Flight time approximately 9 hours. I’ll arrive in Madrid at 9AM local time (midnight Tucson time!) and then 4 hours later I catch a train headed north to Ponferrada. I have to change trains in Leon so sleeping the whole way is out of the questions. Upon arrival in Ponferrada I catch a cab to my hotel where I can finally crash for the day/night or whatever time it is. I’ll let you know later how it went.

 

I’m happy when I’m hiking…

I’m happy when I’m hiking…

It started so many years ago in Yosemite. My brother Bill, his wife Diane, two of their friends, and I were going on a day hike from the Yosemite Valley floor up to the top of Half Dome and back down again (approx. 14-16 miles round trip). For those of you that are familiar with Yosemite that is one crazy feat! Not for the faint hearted or those that are less than in great shape. I think I fell into the latter category.

Half Dome!
I’m happy when I’m hiking!

It was a glorious, early morning in late May. We stayed the night in a small motel outside of Yosemite, then after coffee (mega coffee in those days!) and a little breakfast, we drove the 45 minutes to the parking lot inside Yosemite Park. We met one of the friends, Jim, who was going to take the hike with us. Up the first mile we go, happy, light-footed, and energized! All along I’m singing, “I’m happy when I’m hiking, pack upon my back…”

Mile 2 — still going up. The singing is not so vigorous, but still happy. We continue on and already I’m slowing down. Are we ever going to  get to the flat part?” I ask. Ha! What do you think, Willow? We’re going “up” to the top of the mountain, and unless there’s a helicopter nearby to take you there, it’s not going to be a “flat” walk. HMMMM… Maybe I didn’t think this one through. (If you’ve ever watched the movie, “Same Time, Next Year”, that is something that Alan Alda’s character, George, says with regularity). Perhaps I should have stayed home and watched the movie again!

Mile 3 – 4, etc, etc. At this point, who’s counting? The lyrics have now changed. I’m no longer happy when I’m hiking. In fact it sounded more like, “I hate it when I’m hiking, pack upon my back. I hate it when I’m hiking, up and up this path…” You get the idea.

It was a glorious day, the waterfalls were breathtaking, and so was the altitude. I loved being there, I loved the mountains, the trees, everything… except the hiking! LOL! About 5 miles up we reached Little Yosemite Valley. The Merced River runs through it before making it’s way over the edge and becoming one of the waterfalls. There, after lunch, we all agreed that I would turn around and go back down the trail while they would continue to the top. It was a unanimous decision… if they went at my pace we wouldn’t even reach the top by nightfall! I turned around, eased my way back down the trail, to the car and while they went the rest of the way up and down, I took a nap!

From then on, every time we’re together for a walk or hike, I’ll always sing at least one chorus of, “I’m Happy When I’m Hiking!’ And you can be sure I’ll be singing it everyday on the Camino!

Buen Camino, Willow

 

Lyrics to the song as I remember and sing them:

Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp.

I’m happy when I’m hiking, pack upon my back.
I’m happy when I’m hiking, off the beaten track.
Out in the open country, that’s the place for me
With a right good friend to the journeys end,
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty miles a day.

Tramp, tramp, tramp …

The Decision to Go

The Decision to Go

How did the decision to walk the Camino come about for me? It started more than 15 years ago when I bought Shirley MacLaine’s book, “The Camino.” I’ve always been a fan of Shirley MacLaine,  both in her movies and her books. This was her latest book at the time and so I thought I’d give it a read. I’d never heard of the Camino, but was fascinated by the idea of a spiritual journey in another country.  Even though I’ve done camping and backpacking when I was younger, the thought of walking every day and sleeping out in fields or being chased by wild animals wasn’t something I was interested in doing… not at 50 years old! So I put the book back on the shelf and let the idea pass… Until 10-12 years ago (maybe a little longer) I told my friend Kate Armstrong about the book and the Camino and told her I thought she should do it. A year later she did! Kate walked the entire 500+ miles and she was 60+!

Then, five years ago my brother Bill and his wife Diane came to visit for Thanksgiving. They live in the Bay Area in California and live a very active lifestyle; running, cycling, swimming, diving and sailing… the works! I told them about the Camino (they’d never heard of it), and once again I suggested to someone else that they needed to walk the Camino. We watched the movie, “The Way” written by Emilio Estevez and starring his dad, Martin Sheen. It’s the story of a son (Emilio) who goes to Spain to walk the Camino and on the first night out he has an accident and is killed (no it doesn’t give away the story, only creates the “why.”) Martin goes to claim the body and decides to walk the Camino for his son (and really for himself). It’s the story of his walk, the people he meets, and the lessons he learns. Anyways, Bill and Diane were intrigued but noncommital.

A month later, they called and said they watched the movie, “The Way” again. A month after that they called back and said they were going and wanted me to join them! They were committed and were planning their adventure for September 2014. Due to many reasons (one being the death of our Mom in 2014), I wasn’t able to join them, but they did the entire 500+ miles. You can read about their journey here, http://www.caminodewirewalker.com.

But the story doesn’t stop there! Fast forward to November 2015 and again Bill and Diane are visiting for Thanksgiving and they announce to everyone that they are again going back to Spain to walk the Camino and this time I am going… no excuses! And of course, I said “YES!” Not yes to the entire 500+ miles, but to a smaller portion of it. The journey began at that point and even though I am not scheduled to leave Tucson until Friday September 23, 2016, I am indeed on the Camino. My journey, my pilgrimage, my life. I hope you will join me as I say to you, “I think you need to do this!” Follow me, it’s going to be a trip!  Buen Camino, mis amigos!

 

 

New Year – New Journey

New Year – New Journey

Catalina State Park, Tucson AZ November 2015
Catalina State Park, Tucson AZ
November 2015

Walking the Camino de Santiago de Compostela in Spain has been a fantasy of mine… Not necessarily a dream. I don’t know if it was even on my “Bucket List”, until my brother, Bill and wife Diane, traveled to Spain in September 2014 and walked the entire 500+ miles. I followed along via their blog and enjoyed the trip vicariously through them. Now it is 2016 and I am going to take the walk myself. Not the entire 500+ miles, but a portion of it. I will be joined by Bill and Diane as they once again traverse the lands of Northern Spain and meet up with me in a town called Sarria. I will have walked a few days by myself before then and we will walk the remainder of the miles into Santiago.

This is my journey… My walk… My Camino. And yes, it’s now officially on my “Bucket List!” Please come with me, walk with me as I train for it, prepare for it and learn from it. It is indeed a trip… And I am looking forward to every footstep. And as the saying goes, “The Journey is the Reward.”

Buen Camino ~ Willow