The Journey Begins: The Morning Of Day One Of The Camino de Santiago With My Love
Usually, I take my journeys alone. That’s when I feel I grow the most as a human being. Nevertheless, I’m about to once again take on the Camino de Santiago, but this time with my husband Luc; something I swore I would never do.
If getting ready for this trek is any indication of how it may go, I’m getting ready to be tested as a human being in ways I wouldn’t wish upon anyone. I say that with love, and a little humor. My husband is one of the kindest men I’ve ever known, and my love for him is still as strong as it was in the first year we were together. But let’s be real — love, marriage, and relationships aren’t easy. And being married to an athlete for the last twenty-six-years, at least this athlete, oh—my—god.
Let’s now get to how packing went. You would think he was getting ready for a military expedition; without me:
“Rain jacket, check. Two pair of trekking pants, check. Two long sleeve and two short sleeve shirts that won’t stink, check. Two pair of socks, check. Two pair of toe socks, check. Two pairs of underwear, check. Down sleeveless jacket, check. Toiletries, check. First aid kit, check. Vitamins, check. Two hats, check. I’m ready,” he loudly cited—to himself.
After a minute or so, noticing I was in the room packing next to him, I was lucky enough to get a high five. I usually just glare at him when he tries to high five me, but this time I stuck my hand up to his giant palm and received his elephantine slap—which I can still feel in my shoulder—and it’s been five days.
So here I am, in bed, lying next to Luc in Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port, France, writing my very first blog entry as his alarm keeps going off. He doesn’t know I’m awake, so he keeps shutting it off in hoping I don’t hear it; knowing perfectly well we need to go. Good luck with that baby.
This morning we start. We’re not trekking the six-hundred and fifty-one miles I did alone five years ago, we are doing about one hundred of it, together—which may, or may not feel like one thousand miles. We’ll see.
I have no expectations.
All I know is this morning we’re stepping up into the Pyrénées and sleeping in a room of bunk beds amongst a room of strangers.
This is going to be fun.
Now mind you, per Luc’s request, we’re mostly staying in hotels. Having his own bathroom is a priority—and a necessity that I wish I didn’t have to share.
I better wake him now before the summer heat is unbearable.
Did I mention that? It’s July. Another thing I swore I’d never do: the Camino de Santiago in the summer heat. But, gotta do it for the hubby’s schedule.
Now, to make this alarm nonsense stop.
I’ll be back.
Let’s see how much I grow in the first 24 hours. ;)