And away I go....

The day has finally arrived, and yet it feels so surreal. It hasn't hit me, even as I stand at the airport. This is actually happening. I'm heading off on my third Camino.

I smiled in the bathrooms as I washed my hands and glanced around at all the women fussing with their hair.  Topping up their lippy and fiddling with their clothes. There is an unfussed calmness in the camino 'uniform' 

T-shirt, hiking shorts. Hiking boots. Hair plaited. It's one of only two outfits I will wear during the next 17 days

My back is grumbling away despite medications and cream. No doubt it will ease into the walking over the next few days. Almost like my body offering a final opt out-like I need that?

The decision to go has come right down to the wire for so many reasons, not the least of which is Kay. I also know, though, that I need this.

My initial plans are really sketchy but are planned around the Senda Litoral route, which closely aligns with the coast - more so than the coastal route. The Potuguese coast is stunning

Hurricane Gabrielle may change that. It should be downgraded by the time it hits Portugal at the weekend, but hit it will do all the same. Currently, they anticipate winds of 38mph and heavy rain.

The central route is vastly different in its scenery and history

I at least have the freedom to change my route.  The luxury of stopping an extra day somewhere if needs be. Santiago is the plan, but equally that's not written in stone. I don't have a deep burning desire to get there.

 I may walk halfway and then turn around, heading back on a different route. Or I may walk on past.

This Camino, I will enjoy the journey rather than focus on the destination.Baca lagi