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In 11 Short Weeks

Today I bought a guide book. A guide to the Camino de Santiago. Because I am going there. In roughly twelve weeks.
I may never come back.
Kidding!
I am seriously excited for this trip. Here are the reasons why:
1. My friend Kirsten is lovely and smart. We have vacationed together twice, and have fond memories of both Saskatoon and Cuba. I expect this will blow them both out of the water.
2. I crave simplicity and solitude these days. You can't get much simpler than walking for three weeks with all your provisions on your back. And there will be plenty of solitude, I'm sure. Hopefully not the kind that comes as a result of conflict after three weeks of travel in a foreign country where neither of us speak the language.
3. This month abroad will mark another transition in my life. My last day of work as a nanny is July 29. When I come back from Spain, I will hopefully have other employment lined up - I currently have several communications/admin/writing leads... And I have dreams for the 2011-2012 year (why do I still follow the school calendar in my head? I have been done school for FIVE years now.)... These dreams will be publicized shortly. But for now, I would just like to bask in the glory that will be August.
Sun.
Silence.
Serenity.
Sweat.
Simplicity.
SANTIAGO.
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  1. Michelle B10:19 AM

    Camino de Santiago! My friend's parents are doing it right now...are you training for it? They said it is SO intense but so great!! Buy good socks and shoes:) We need to hang out before you go. You free next week?? mSg me!

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  2. Kirsten2:23 AM

    ha! conflict-based solitude...

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