Pamplona

Well the journey to the walk is almost over and in many ways just beginning. I was very proud of myself yesterday as I was able to change my train reservations to an earlier one. Proud as communication here is a challenge. (no one to talk too either, imagine my words are backing up in my head) (yes I know I talk a great deal thank you!) Arrived here just in time for a lovely street fair. With my ever present worrying about beginning to walk I went to bed early only to awaken at 12:00. I woke myself up crying... Now I am crying in my sleep. I am getting on my own nerves! I was dreaming about the time when I first read about the Camino. Dreaming about my daydreaming... going crazy for sure. I was overwhelmed with emotion and to think 20 years later I am here. A subtle thought while reading about this 20 year ago : Geez I would like to do that one day.. and that one day is NOW. I then had the feeling of cracking (kinda like the hulk on cracking on the inside not growing on the outside.) This feeling has come over me the last few weeks as I get closer to the walk. I know that I am breaking up the old me to allow the next me to emerge but not quite sure what or who that new me will be. I slept maybe 3 hours last night waiting... waiting for the rest of me to catch up..

Update: All travel plans arranged. Will taxi to France on the 8th to begin Camino on the 9th. Bien Camino indeed!