Walking, walking, walking
Every morning, I've been getting up at about 5:15 a.m. and walking the dog. I try to go another block or so every day. I can't do much more, though, because I think I'll wear out the dog! She's just a little pound poodle, Peaches, so an hour's walk for her is a big deal. She loves it, however, because as soon as she hears me click on my fanny pack, she's dashing across the room to make sure I don't leave without her!! I've been watching some YouTube videos of The Camino that were sent via email from a group that I've belonged to since I hatched this wild plan to do this, back 7 years ago, if you can believe that. My Spanish lessons are coming along, and I feel fairly confident that I will at least be able to accomplish rudimentary communication while I'm there. I'm starting to hear Spanish in my head a lot and if Glena wouldn't mind, I'd be watching the few Spanish channels that we have on our DirecTV! In fact, I did watch today whil...