Preparations

I bought my ticket for Spain. There's no turning back now, a pilgrim I will be. I have been turning that over and over in my head. I bought a set of Spanish flash cards today, and I've been taking private Spanish lessons for the last 6 weeks. I know it's all going to fly right out of my head the first time I, God forbid, actually have to SAY anything in Spanish, but at least I should be able to read signs and find directions which will be a good thing!

All the planning and packing for the Vision Quest have come in very helpful. My pack is now much lighter than it would have been, and will probably get even lighter. And quite a bit of it will probably be stuffed with various "feminine hygiene" products!!! But, since I survived the, quite literal, bloodbath of the VQ, I think I'll be able to manage on the road. After all, I'll be stopping some place every night with running water, and with luck, showers.

Checking the weather, I see it's 80's and 90's at various points along the road, similar to the weather we've been having here. Again, I'll manage. I want to let go of any kind of worry. Just as in my epiphany a while back on my other blog, CO Grumpy Granny, I just want to travel from a place of love. I know that will sound trite, but it's true. I don't want to go over there and expect things to be to MY expectations. I don't want any expectations. I want to be like water, to flow over the bumps and dips of any kind of travel, and just smooth them out into one long road that I'll walk on very easily. I want to just BE and experience everthing and everyone that I encounter with that kind of openness and flow.

I will get what I need from the Road. If I need help I will ask for it, and it will be given. I don't have to worry about anything, while I'm there or while I'm here. All will be well. Todos estan bueno.

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