It’s been years since I wrote in this blog. So much has happened. Antonio moved out, the pandemic happened, Antonio and I began speaking again, we began working for the same company, Antonio went back on camino, Antonio decided to move to Spain to run a bar for his parents, and I decided to rent my house and travel for most of the year.
In just a few days I will be going to Spain to volunteer in an albergue there. I’m both excited and scared. I have never done anything like this before. But growth is uncomfortable. The thing I am most worried about is I am supposed to cook vegetarian. I’ve never really cooked that way.
I am hoping to write a second book that tells the story of pilgrims from the other side. This albergue is on the Camino Primitivo, however, so I’m not sure how many pilgrims there will be. But I have plans to go to a second albergue (also vegetarian) in August (if the paid gig I’m trying for doesn’t work out) and it is on the Camino Frances.
I will keep you guys posted, but to the eight people who follow this blog (WordPress won’t tell me who,) I’m off again!