One morning last October, six weeks into my nannying job, I checked my email on the way to work.
I was still bleary-eyed and sleepy, but I don't think that accounts for the tears that jumped from my eyes when I read an email from my friend Kirsten, asking if I might be interested in doing a pilgrimage with her next summer, in Spain.
I sent an instant, "YES!" response. For some reason, it just felt right. And then I spent my entire work-day day-dreaming about what I would pack. I haven't doubted that gut response once since then, although my to-pack list has certainly been fine-tuned.
Now it is July 30th, and we are getting on a plane bound for Paris, before beginning our trek across the northern coast of Spain.
I don't fully know what to expect, but I know it will be good, when all is said and done. My head and my heart are ready for this experience that will be unlike anything I've ever done.
If there is internet along the way, you will hear from me. If not...there may be a lot to say when I return in a month.
I was still bleary-eyed and sleepy, but I don't think that accounts for the tears that jumped from my eyes when I read an email from my friend Kirsten, asking if I might be interested in doing a pilgrimage with her next summer, in Spain.
I sent an instant, "YES!" response. For some reason, it just felt right. And then I spent my entire work-day day-dreaming about what I would pack. I haven't doubted that gut response once since then, although my to-pack list has certainly been fine-tuned.
Now it is July 30th, and we are getting on a plane bound for Paris, before beginning our trek across the northern coast of Spain.
I don't fully know what to expect, but I know it will be good, when all is said and done. My head and my heart are ready for this experience that will be unlike anything I've ever done.
If there is internet along the way, you will hear from me. If not...there may be a lot to say when I return in a month.
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