I smiled when I saw my original post. When I wrote it, it seemed like an impossibly long time to have to wait ... from age 45 to waiting to turn 50 ... planning something for five years. Waiting and waiting and waiting...
Now... ** POOF ** four months gone; I think that I am entering infamous middle-age time-warp, heh.
So I guess Ill beg your collective forgiveness for dropping off the face of the site for awhile , thank you all for the kind words you have spoken, and give you all a little update on my journey so far.
First, I now find it laughable to wait until I am 50 to take the Camino. No, I cannot do it this summer (too many obligations) , nor next . So, God willing, I have firmly settled on Summer 2014. Im going to walk it during the summer, regardless of crowds or heat (hey, Im from Florida.... heat is not a problem for this Cracker). Since I teach school, it is the most logical time to go -- I've already checked with my school district so Ill be able to use flex days and start two weeks early, so the Sunday after I turn 48 (June 1) Ill walk out of my front door, go to Church, and keep on walkin' to the airport. Yes, Im going to "cheat" and take the train from Paris to SJPP and from there it will begin in earnest.
I really would rather walk the Camino during the fall, but Id have to take a leave of absence and lose income. So Summer it is... besides, saving the $$ will allow my wife and child to fly over at the end if they choose and have a 'real' vacation with me. (heh heh...plus, by walking in the Summer it will, by necessity, oblige me to return to the Camino in some distant future and , God willing, walk it again during the fall... the machinations of men and their journeys)
Funny thing is, my wife is more concerned with me walking across town to the airport than she is with me walking across mountains and Northern Spain. I no longer feel guilt that they are letting me do this -- they have been so incredibly supportive of the idea -- but I still have the nagging fear that accompanies leaving a wife and child for the better part of two months.
Ive been training steadily for the past several months; its almost shocking how out of shape I was when I began. The pounds are falling off; the muscles and joints are beginning to remember their old strength. Ive rediscovered the joys of blisters and my feet are getting tougher with each week of road-time. (laughing) it took a long time to get this out of shape, and the long, slow process of rediscovering my health has been, and will continue to be a blessing in itself. I should be pretty hardened by the time I begin. Its funny, at the beginning of this I was mainly concerned about physically being able to do it -- now Im beginning to see that as my health and strength returns, the focus becomes inward, inward, inward. It has been, already, an experience of profound spiritual significance.
My daily walks (I walk 5 miles each morning with a couple of 10 mile walks each week..done a few at 15miles as well) have been an utter blessing. I get to see my city wake up each morning (or hear the owls at night); the time has become precious and very introspective -- each step is like a little prayer. I carry a small pack (loaded with 7 kilos ) now and my staff (Im wondering how Im going to get it on a plane... seems to be part of my body now) to help me prepare.
Thunk thunk thunk. Pray pray pray. Odd to start the Lenten season already focused.
The air smells sweet at five a.m. That pit bull isnt really mean. The (Im assuming) drug dealer nods as I trundle past -- heh, the first time he met me I was wearing a "hoodie" and had the staff (not a bad idea with the aforementioned pit bulls and "scary" folks that sometimes lurk) and he gave me a nickname... "Jedi"
Thunk thunk thunk. Pray pray pray. Hope he doesnt die in the gutter.
If the Camino turns out to be as nearly profound as this prelude, its going to be a mind blowing and soul-expanding exercise in praise and thanksgiving.
I wont be a stranger from now on, I promise...
James