I’m going to walk The Camino!
Tickets in hand, and departing in April with two friends. We’ll start in Pamplona and walk 453 miles to Santiago de Compostela. That should give me time to build up the amount of miles I am able walk in a day. Right now I’m walking four miles every evening, and soon will add four miles in the morning for a total of eight each day. When we get to Spain we’ll be walking twelve to fifteen per day, but stopping for breaks and lunch. The weather is good for practicing now. Although one cloudy morning (I had planned on two walks that day), I set out with a warning of rain from my husband. If it rains I thought, it will be drizzle.
Wrong. After two miles and my Starbucks hot chocolate in hand, DOWNPOUR! I looked like I’d jumped in a pool with my clothes on. Since I was only wearing a t-shirt with jeans, it was cold. I called my son to pick me up, but by the time we found each other, the sun was out. I sent him home and I continued on foot.
Since the rain, we’ve had some cold wind. But the cold air, combined with warm sun shining on my face while I walk, has been kind of heavenly. Some photos from my walks.
Below are two residents of a house with nine cats.
Besides walking, I visited a new museum in LA called The Broad. A contemporary collection of the man who built it, Eli Broad. Below is a graphite drawing by Ed Ruscha. Phenomenal.
“Tulips” by Jeff Koons. (out of focus, but I liked the photo)
One of El Anatsui’s pieces that looks like cloth but made from the foil on wine bottles. Gorgeous
The architectural elements on the building were also very contemporary. Here is a window looking out at the Disney Concert Hall downtown with the San Gabriel mountains in the background.
There was a small dark room covered with mirrors and little hanging lights. The platform that you stood on was surrounded by water, so even the floor was sparkling.
If you are interested in reading about The Camino, there’s an entertaining book written by a German comedian describing his walk from the Pyrenees in France to Santiago de Compostela.
Finally, as excited as I am about my travel plans, it is impossible not to feel grief about the insanity permeating the world. One of the victims of the Paris assault was a young woman from the same university that my son graduated from in Long Beach, Ca. I can imagine how excited she was to be doing some of her studies in Paris. How unimaginable that she would die in this horrific way. I’ve read that one of the intentions of the terrorists was to create a backlash against the flow of refugees pouring into Europe. I hope that governments continue to see these tired and desperate refugees, who have been forced to leave their homes, with compassion.