Like so many, Paris has been on my mind. Sadly, for all the wrong reasons. And, it’s not just Paris. The day before the Paris attacks, 43 were killed and 239 wounded in Beirut, all due to suicide bombers. Let’s not forget the loss of life on the downed Russian airliner in Egypt, the refugees fleeing Syria and sadly, the continual loss of life here in the United States due to gun violence.
We’ve been living the life of retirement – or as we like to call it living carefree – for 1 year and 25 days or so the daily ticker on the blog tells me. But I don’t yet know what that means – retirement. I have no idea.
At the crack of dawn if I roll over in bed and twist my neck just the right way, I can see the sunrise from our bedroom window. It’s quite the view. Frederick County – our new extended neighborhood – has views galore and we’re determined to see them all, including the covered bridges.
I’ve been a
bad, negligent, absentee writer of blog posts; of telling stories. Mea culpa. How did it get to be October? My absolute favorite time of year and I barely have time to notice.
We walked away from Estella on the morning of day seven, after spending a 2nd night in an attempt to allow our bodies to get used to the idea of walking… walking… walking. It was the first of only two times we would spend a second night in one place while walking the Camino de Santiago.
If you’ve been fortunate enough to visit Lake Tahoe, you know of what I speak when I say it can’t be summed up with a few unworthy descriptors. Sitting majestically in the Sierra Mountains, Lake Tahoe is simply stunning with the bluest – and coldest – water you can imagine.