I’m beginning to understand why people return to Spain to walk the Camino de Santiago more than once. When we reached Santiago, the end of our journey, I was beyond exhausted and thought to myself, okay, that was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
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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.
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.
I can’t be 60-years-old. I simply cannot be 60. Six-oh-no! When did it happen? How the hell did it happen? I remember my mother at 60. Sixty was my mother, not me. Sixty sounds so old. But, the day has arrived. No matter how I fought it. It arrived. Today. My birthday. Can I just skip this day?
After 35 days and 350 miles we walked in to Santiago de Compostela, Spain, on May 17, 2015. We were beyond tired and physically beat. The next day we witnessed the pilgrims mass at the Cathedral and garnered our certificates of completion from the pilgrims office. The day after that… we boarded a train for Porto. Our 48 hours in Santiago were not much more than a blur of exhaustion.
I went looking for a feel good story to write and here’s why I’m writing about The Camino, A Toddler & The Yellow Envelope. Not your average post title, right? But there’s a definite story behind the words.