I’m trying really hard to be a good citizen here on the Camino knowing that for many, it’s a life’s dream; a search for meaning in life, a pilgrimage in hopes of a miracle, or penance for some past misdeed. And I’m really trying not to be judgmental, but c’mon the dark forces are all around me, there’s no escaping its pull. Let’s just start with my journey to Madrid. There I was seated in 7A on my way to D.C. playing word games, solitaire and ordering snacks. I was trying to decide if I should be having deep thoughts -BUT- It’s kind of hard to have deep thoughts when…

You wanna know what really scares me about walking alone on the Camino de Santiago – me. I’m terrified of spending 30-40 days all by myself. I’m not scared of the actual physicality of doing this (although walking 500 miles is c’mon, terrifying) – no, what scares me is all that alone time with myself. You know, me, myself and I. I’ve got a lot on my mind, a lot locked up, a lot of regrets,  and to be honest, I’m not sure I’m ready to open all those cans of worms. There’s my mother. She and I had the most difficult relationship, we didn’t speak for years. It was…