Cancer Survivor’s Day

As shared June 5th, 2016.

Just because I like to overachieve, I couldn’t stop walking when I got to Santiago. I’ve spent the last four days walking to, symbolically, land in Finisterre on Cancer Survivor’s Day. At one time this place was thought to be the end of the world. It wasn’t. And neither was cancer for me.

So with extremely bittersweet feelings, this particular Camino ends here. 19 non-stop days of walking, 600,701 steps, 258 miles (415 kilometers), 2,392 floors, countless thoughts to process and a new forever friend. 

I am SO lucky and grateful in more ways than I can count.

 

I Made It to Santiago!

As shared on June 1, 2016.

Uncharacteristically speechless, so until I can properly unpack, I’ll just share the most perfect words my eyes have ever seen, which perfectly describe my Camino…

“Still, there are times I am bewildered by each mile I have traveled, each meal I have eaten, each person I have known, each room in which I have slept. As ordinary as it all appears, there are times when it is beyond my imagination.” (Jhumpa Lahiri)

Oozing with love, appreciation and gratitude for this experience and everyone who supported and shared in it.

Many stories to come on my Camino.

Moments after arriving in Praza do Obradoiro

The cathedral alter and botafumeiro

 

Camino Magic

The El Camino de Santiago is a magical place where the coolest things happen. If you’ve been here, I don’t need to provide you with proof.

But chances are, you haven’t experienced Camino magic, so let me share a few fun stories.

Somewhere between Rabanal Del Camino and Foncebadon, I ran out of water in my Camelbak. This is a section contained a 400 meter climb, but I wasn’t too worried considering I already drank a couple of liters. However, I did say to myself that I’d really prefer to have a bit more on hand. 30 seconds after I said this, I turned a mountain bend and there sat several bottles of water, with a little box in front for donations. Proof that often we just need to ask and we will receive!

The next day, I woke up at the usual 6:30 a.m. and laid in bed for a few minutes to check Facebook. A deceased friend’s mother and sister commented on a post, saying that perhaps my friend is joining me on the Camino. Two hours later, as I walked over the mountain, I looked up and saw my friends name carved into a cross. Instant goosebumps!

The same afternoon, I walked into Molinseca in search of a private room to treat myself. On the Main Street I crossed a sign promoting a single room for 25€. I entered and was happy to hear it was still available. However, the proprietor asked if it was a problem that I had the entire house to myself since he and his family where leaving in a few minutes to visit his father for the night. After four nights of snorers, I welcomed the quiet and assured him it was not a problem at all. He lead me to my room, which included a queen sized bed, bathtub, TV and adorable terrace. Then, he instructed me to lock the door in the morning and drop the keys in the mailbox. Score!

Housesitting in Spain

Looking forward to more Camino miracles as I continue down the way.