The Netherlands became my adopted home some 20 years ago. My kids are here, my work, my life.
Before? Half of my life was spent on the east coast of the U.S. followed by stints in Paris, Geneva and Luxembourg. I was an international banker who at 32 opted for another way of life. I am sure glad I did.
Almost four years ago while planning a hiking trip along the G.R.10 – a mountain trek through the Pyrenees which crosses France from the Atlantic to the Mediterranean – I came across a website about The Way of St. James, beter known as the Camino de Santiago. My life has never been quite the same since that cold winter day.
I did end up crossing the Pyrenees, albeit for one day, and continued westward for some 900 kilometers until I hit the coast at Finisterre. I had completed the Camino Francés. That was the start of my love affair with all things Camino. I see a yellow arrow and feel at home.
Here I will chronicle some of my adventures as a pilgrim, including my travails in relearning Spanish (I actually have a B.A. in Romance Languages thank you). Along the way I hope to share my musing, ruminating, wandering and wondering about this thing we call life. And in the process maybe you will share with me yours.