In the beginning…

So, there I was, minding my own business, when a dear friend told me she and her husband were going to walk part of the Camino de Santiago.  Somehow, in all my studies and readings, I had not heard of it.  After reading about it, I became fascinated and drawn to it, but certain I could never walk it.

Fast forward to 2017.  Another friend walked part of the Camino.  So, I watched “The Way” and really became drawn to it, to the point I began investigating whether it might be possible for me to do even a little bit of it.

Then in November, I saw the special showing of “I’ll Push You” at a theater in Augusta, Georgia.  I can only explain what happened by saying it grabbed me…no, IT pushed ME.  And so, now, I’m in the throes of planning to perhaps, maybe, walk the last 116 km of the French Way (more later on the various ways), called the Camino Frances or CF for short, from Sarria, Spain to Santiago de Compostela, Spain.  Wow.  Me?  Me!  Out of shape, over weight, asthmatic, couch potato me.

Stay tuned to see whether (a) I’ve lost my mind; or (b) I actually train for it.  In all seriousness, this is such a strong calling to do this, that it feels like it is of divine origin, and so I feel compelled to at least try to train for it and see how it goes.

In the words of pilgrims of the Camino – Buen Camino to me and to all who have walked or are planning to do so.

(Note the photo above is from a friend’s walk.)