Traveling Nancy

Traveling around the world as far as I can go.



Final post from my wonderful Camino.

On my last few days of hiking, my mind was flooded with the things for which I will always be thankful.

I am now attempting to adjust to life at home. These are the thoughts I remember. They are in no particular order of importance and I know that I am missing so many things.

My feet for walking and walking km. after km. after km.

The willingness of my body to take step after step after step; day after day after day

  • Sunny days
  • My Zpack
  • My Poles
  • My Wool Buff
  • My fantastic boots
  • Rain (but maybe not torrential/sideways)
  • Clouds when it is hot
  • Breezes on a hot day
  • Locals doing their daily work
  • Pilgrim sculptures
  • Zumo (pronounces something like thumo) Natural =
  • Fresh Orange Juice
  • The variety of wonderful people I met
  • Dancing at a Spanish Festival
  • Old Stone houses
  • Old Stone Churches
  • Old Stone Bridges
  • Small villages
  • Donativos on the path just when you need one
  • Flowerpots filled with flowers on so many houses
  • Hórreos – especially one being used.
  • Enchanted forests
  • Sunflowers (even though they were drooping) and
  • sunflowers with smiley faces and arrows.
  • Grape fields
  • Chestnut trees
  • Paths covered with chestnuts that have fallen
  • Eucalyptus trees
  • Occasional vegetarian meals
  • The Portlandia group of American Pilgrims who helped
  • me prepare
  • Yellow arrows
  • Blue and yellow shell tiles
  • Directional shells imbedded in the sidewalks
  • No bed bugs on me
  • Sheep in the road
  • Cows in the road
  • Birds singing
  • Sunsets
  • Sunrises
  • 360 views on the Meseta
  • Lower bunks or stand alone beds (I only had to use one
  • top bunk)
  • Unpaved paths
  • Lentil soup
  • Kale/potato soup (Galician Soup) when it actually had
  • kale in it.
  • Ice-cream; especially in a cone or Magnum Brand
  • Singing with other pilgrims
  • A full moon at night and when I began an morning hike
  • Pilgrims greeting each other and saying, “Buen Camino.”
  • Locals saying, “Buen Camino.”
  • Pilgrim Blessings
  • Occasional good salads
  • Laughter
  • My lungs for continuing to bring me air on the up hills
  • My knees for continuing to work on the downhill slopes
  • The absolute miracle of every moment
  • My foot massage
  • Beds with real sheets
  • Hot showers
  • Making it up the steep hills
  • Making it up any hills
  • Finding a bar when I am hungry
  • My extra shoe string to hold up my pants
  • My clothesline and safety pins
  • Fast drying clothes
  • Occasional albergues with washers and dryers
  • The bathrooms that had soap to wash my hands
  • The bathrooms that had toilet paper
  • The people who carried out their trash and especially
  • their toilet paper
  • Firm mattresses when I found them
  • People who spoke more than one language
  • The bathrooms that had Paper towels to dry hands
  • Rare find of real butter
  • Albergues that had newspapers to stuff into wet shoes.
  • Communal meals – which were usually the best ones

I am also forever grateful for what I have at home in beautiful Portland, Oregon:

  • My wonderful family
  • My friends
  • My own bed
  • My shower
  • My great big bath towel
  • My Waterpik
  • My comfortable chair
  • My knitting
  • Good food
  • Time to read
  • Oatmeal with walnuts and raspberries