Last time, though I had never been on Camino, I was marked as a pilgrim. I knew from shopping at REI that would mean something to people. I knew a network existed to help me if I could just get close enough. But now…I don’t have that. I even took the shell off my mochilla.
I’m sitting in Easterwood Airport waiting to fly to Dallas. My big mochilla is checked, I hope not all the way to Madrid or the only clothes changing tomorrow is my underwear and socks. I’m seriously nervous and I had to ask Antonio to tell me everything is going to be fine. He’s learned I need that sometimes. I forgot the script I’m supposed to be editing but I have my contact juggling ball. I may practice in a bit.
Right now I’m trying to calm my nerves and make a plan. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Antonio was supposed to leave three weeks before me, and even though he could have done nothing if I had a problem, flying toward him is a very different proposition from flying away.
Mom and I got Shiraz Shish Kabob before dropping me off. I may have some. Back in a bit.
Btw, flight has been delayed AGAIN. (Third time?) Leaving at 4:15 instead of 2:30. Boo! I could have finished Encanto.
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