In my last post I mentioned leaving for our third pilgrimage on the Camino. However, we’ve been thinking about it for months, weighing our options, lest you think it a totally impulsive move. On the contrary, we agonized over making a decision. At the ten day mark we jumped in head first, making travel arrangements. This time we are planning on 400k (250 miles) on the last bit of the Camino de la Plata from Zamora turning onto the Camino Sanabres after 40K, to Santiago.
It’s both easy and difficult to leave now that the house is so full and lively, reminding us how our home in the rain forest used to be. Our son’s friends affectionately dubbed it the Northvanage (rhymes with orphanage) knowing it was OK to join the family on a moment’s notice. We still laugh at the time our daughter’s American friend showed up to retrieve his replacement passport. He lost the first one while cycling here from the Midwest. When he came to the door I showed him to his room. A few days later, M called to see if he had picked it up. I told her how much we were enjoying his company. “What? I didn’t invite him to stay!” I just assumed an out-of-town friend meant he needed a place to crash.
Some of our recent visitors became enthralled with the fact that you can fish for crabs from the end of the pier, a mere eight minute walk from our house. And crab they did. Licences are cheap, as are crab traps and fresh turkey necks for bait. SIL KC on the pier:
Fresh crab, both Dungeness and red rock, fried ravioli and Caesar salad was a perfect communal meal.
I’m looking forward to the communal meals on the Camino. Tomorrow we’re off!
Ohhhh. 💕💕💕 Miss you, already, but have a wonderful pilgrimage. You will, I know. Take care.
Posted by: Karen | September 14, 2019 at 12:13 PM