Tom Omen
New Member
I seem to have hit the wrong button on my laptop with my fat index finger this afternoon and booked my train two weeks early...fat finger or something telling me to get on and get started. I took it as an om...sign.
I arrive in Bayonne by train on the 26th June, night in a hotel and then bus replacement service(how very british) to St Jean next day. I have treated myself to the La Villa Esponda for that night so I can get away fresh Saturday morning.
Three years ago my dad had a painful, messy death. I realised I had not really known him and I also realised what a good man he was. Sadly my family has become estranged completely since. I have struggled these last years. I had led a very interesting life...Ive been everything from an actor, bar owner, scrapyard worker, bamboo cutter. I had and hope I still have a sense of humour and my patience. This journey, with so much unplanned and with no idea of what to expect is frightening. I have become sloth. I have become a coward these last few years. I haven't smoked in five years but I could have eaten a cigarette as I pushed the enter button earlier. I tried a few of my old clothes on and looked like Whitney dressed as Britney. Active wear is so unforgiving.
So I stand on the threshold of my Camino...I can hardly believe those words.
I arrive in Bayonne by train on the 26th June, night in a hotel and then bus replacement service(how very british) to St Jean next day. I have treated myself to the La Villa Esponda for that night so I can get away fresh Saturday morning.
Three years ago my dad had a painful, messy death. I realised I had not really known him and I also realised what a good man he was. Sadly my family has become estranged completely since. I have struggled these last years. I had led a very interesting life...Ive been everything from an actor, bar owner, scrapyard worker, bamboo cutter. I had and hope I still have a sense of humour and my patience. This journey, with so much unplanned and with no idea of what to expect is frightening. I have become sloth. I have become a coward these last few years. I haven't smoked in five years but I could have eaten a cigarette as I pushed the enter button earlier. I tried a few of my old clothes on and looked like Whitney dressed as Britney. Active wear is so unforgiving.
So I stand on the threshold of my Camino...I can hardly believe those words.