13 October 2023
Home
Saturday I left Santiago by train to Madrid. My flight home was Sunday, October 8th. I travelled by myself because Glen had a business trip to Holland scheduled. I feel bad for him. He left the peace of the camino and jumped right back into his hectic world.
I have the gift of coming home to a quiet house, a shower in my own bathroom, and sleep in my own bed š„°. Bliss
I remember 4 years ago coming home and driving the next day to Pittsburgh because my daughter was watching Pico for me and I was anxious to bring him home. Actually I was a little afraid that he would forget me after 6 weeks š®.
The trees along the highway were a fall rainbow of colors: orange, brown, yellow, and in between variations. It was beautiful and after the quiet walking of the camino it was more than my senses could bear. It was like a buffet of all my favorite foods but I was cramming so much in my mouth that it made me feel sick. Too much all at once.
Two years ago and last Sunday it was different. I was prepared. I knew what to expect. I had the knowledge of the transition ahead of me.
And so Iāve decided to revel in that transition. Iām taking things slow. Luckily Pico was only a 5 minute drive away. I let myself sleep and eat when I need to and my body, while still adjusting, is almost back to this time zone.
Itās been a quiet time of processing all that happened on this camino and Iām still processing. While I miss my time in Spain Iām glad to be home. Iām re-entering my real lifeā¦? Regular life? Everyday life? I donāt know what to call it. I suppose itās my life through a camino filter.
Iām the meantime Iāll be planning my next camino š
Buen Camino