“Slow down and enjoy life. It’s not only the scenery you miss by going
too fast–you also miss the sense of where you are going and why.” – Eddie Cantor
I think I may need to add #11 to my 10-step program to retirement – or whatever major life change that applies – and that is, give yourself permission to be tired.
I don’t know why walking the Camino de Santiago has such a hold on me, but it surely does. I learned of the Camino through my blogging community and then Abi and I had the opportunity to see the documentary, “Walking the Camino, Six Ways to Santiago” and I left the theater completely inspired and fully committed to walking. I mean, if a young woman can push her 3-year-old son in a stroller across the country of Spain, then surely, I can make the walk.
One of my most favorite things to see when we travel across the vast prairies of this country is the mile-long freight trains that often run alongside the highway. I start out trying to count the number of cars but soon give up because I simply can’t keep up. But if I’m really lucky I’ll hear that long drone – somewhat lonely – call of a train whistle. There’s just something about it that tugs at my soul; almost makes me want to bum a ride in an empty freight car headed for parts unknown. Almost.
In 7 1/2 days we drove Big Betty approximately 3,109 miles and she sucked down approximately 448 gallons of gas. Big Betty did her job well, we had no problems whatsoever, but I gotta tell ya I was more than ready to say farewell when we dropped her off at Home Depot.
For the past 9 years I’ve been driving my little ’05 Honda Civic Hybrid (a.k.a Hazel) and I could zip, zip, zip around town and easily access any parking space. I loved that car and was sad to say good-bye to her when we left Ashland. Driving Big Betty is a bit different than driving my little Hazel. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve attempted to look in the rear view mirror that doesn’t exist, or look over my left shoulder before changing lanes, only to see a wall of yellow truck over my shoulder.
Here we are in Frankfurt, Kentucky watching our absolute favorite show, The Big Bang Theory. Please tell me you think it is hilarious. I’m trying not to be overly
panicked worried concerned that there are flash flood warnings scrolling across the bottom of the screen. I think I heard the word tornado; we are in the midwest after all. No worries. Only (only?) torrential rains and flash flooding.
The shrill scream of the hotel’s fire alarm bolted us out of a sound sleep at 6:00 a.m. this morning. It was the ultimate rude awakening. We dragged ourselves out into the hallway and sure enough all of the guests were evacuating – including a young woman wrapped in a towel – so we headed down the stairs, with me dressed in jammies and bare feet. I guess that was better than being wrapped in a towel though.