I daily swing between total dispare of things ever opening up for another Camino and detailing my plans for my next Camino.
It's almost like a sickness.
I'm willing to pay the price of admission. My mental health is worth it.
I had (sometimes verbal) conversations with my original hiking stick I'd picked off the ground in the SJPP park.
I discovered the stick was a "He" and I named him Stick. He was my buddy, my pal, my emotional support and I became nearly hysterical when I thought I'd lost him in a small town...
Frankly, I never thought about the distance. It's like eating an elephant...it's one bite at a time.
There'll be days when you'll think you're nuts for putting yourself through it. Days when you'll cry..just because.
Days when you're thrilled with the beauty & the awesomeness of it all. Days...
I was also concerned about 2021. Not only is it a Holy Year but now there's the possibility of many extra, post- Covid pilgrims added to the mix.
But maybe I'm worrying for nothing. As of now, the U.S. isn't even on the list of invited guests. 🙁