We need to travel. If we don’t offer ourselves to the Unknown, our senses dull. Our world becomes small and we lose our sense of wonder. Our eyes don’t lift to the horizon; our ears don’t hear the sounds around us. The edge is off our experience and we pass our days in a routine that is both comfortable and limiting. We wake up one day and find we have lost our dreams in order to protect our days.
— Kent Nerburn
My grandson Henry designed the above logo and came up with my Camino name: Don Qui-Joe-te, de La Mancha. Pretty clever lad, that boy! And my grandson Jack helped with the technology to get me started on this blog, otherwise this wouldn’t be here, so thank you Jack, and thank you Henry!
Will spend the rest of today finishing packing–trying to keep my pack to under 20 Lbs.– and taking care of last minute details, then tomorrow I hit the friendly skies of AA and British Air.
The Apostle James put down his fishing nets and followed Jesus. I am putting my mower in the shed and following in the footsteps of James and thousands of others who have walked 800km on the Camino de Santiago.