Munich and Dachau

I haven't written for awhile so I figured it was about time. I am currently in Munich, Germany and loving it! I didn't know much about Munich, but that is part of the fun. I took a bike tour around the city visiting beer gardens, buildings, parks, monuments, and all of that exciting stuff. Seeing Munich by bike is definitely the way to go. My tour guide, Antonio, was so knowledgable it was incredible. The way he took us around town, told stories, and did so with humor and from a bike was awesome. I think I'm going to start teaching while riding a bike around the classroom.

The kings and princes were interesting to learn about, but it was Hitler and the Third Reich that was absolutely mind blowing. The way we were riding past the exact places and looking at buildings, replicas of the old ones before Munich was bombed, made the history so real. The inside stories and little tidbits of information that no book or movie could teach you or show you made the bike tour one of my favorite things I've done in Europe so far. 

Today I went to Dachau Concentration Camp. I met a tour group at the train station, and off we went about 30 minutes outside of Munich. Dachau is a really old town in Germany that happened to have the first concentration camp on the outskirts of the town. I knew it would be a depressing day, but there was no way to prepare for the experience I had today. 

I remember reading NIGHT by Elie Weisel in high school. It really painted a picture of life in the concentration camps with Weisel's descriptions and personal story. I also remember an interview from my Oprah DVD's when Weisel told Oprah that it wasn't until he took his son to the camp that he understood what his dad had gone through. Even reading his dad's book wouldn't do it justice, but rather, he had to SEE it. After seeing Dachau today, walking through the front gate, the rooms, the gas chamber, the crematorium, and compound as a whole painted a picture all to clear. And I would agree with Elie Wiesel, you have to SEE it.

You learn about the Holocaust in school, you see movies, you read books like NIGHT, but there is nothing like seeing it all first hand. I remember going to the Pentagon after September 11th, and feeling over powered when I saw the chapel built as a memorial when thinking it was exactly here where the plane came through and all those people lost their lives. The same thing at the slave castle in Cape Coast, Ghana where so many people were dehumanized before even getting on the ship. It was exactly here where all those terrible things happened. Not that any tragedy can be compared to another one, but seeing things first hand paints a picture all too clear. Just like my bike tour not only taught me, but showed me the role Munich played in Nazi Germany- there is something to be said for seeing things first hand to get a clearer picture.

I know it's so easy to turn off the TV, not read the newspaper, and just pretend we don't see the injustices happening in our world. The keyword here is pretend. We know its happening but we pretend like its not. By turning off the TV or not opening the newspaper is not stopping the injustice. And I think Elie Wiesel makes a valid point when he says, "We must always take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented." But who am I to make a difference? Who are we to stop all the injustices in the world? Isn't the Holocaust over? Yes, in 1945 American troops liberated those survivors in Dachau. But there are plenty of injustices right here in our neighborhoods as well as in our world that are being ignored or turned off from our minds.

I'm no Elie Wiesel, and I have never gone through anything even comparable to what he did or those did at Dachau. But all of us have gone through some type of injustice at some point in our lives. It's so easy for us to say "Why God?", "Why me?" or something on those lines. I personally think these are the wrong questions. We can't change what happened, why they happened, or why people have so much hatred. But what we can do, is ask "What now?" In Corinthians it tells us that faith, hope, and love will last forever. Yes, injustices happen. But we should stop asking why, and instead do something about it. And if your actions are through faith, hope, or love I'm pretty sure you're on the right track. When it comes to injustices and other people struggling and hard times please don't ignore them. They won't go away. DO something, or better yet, BE something. 
BE A LAMP; shed light, help someone understand 
BE A LIFEBOAT; save a life, be there in a time of need 
BE A LADDER; help out, reach new heights

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Interlaken

A lot of people were skeptical when I told them I was traveling solo for almost 3 months. I think the main concern was safety, but I just told the doubters I would be carrying a knife. Others thought boredom would be an issue, but traveling throughout Europe is far from boring. For me, the perks outweigh the downfalls by a lot. When I travel solo, I am more inclined to meet new people and I enjoy my experiences so much more. If I mess up or make a bad decision to do something boring or not worth it- I don't feel guilty for ruining someone else's trip. Instead, I challenge myself to turn that mishap into something fun. If I do something awesome or find something super cool to see, I can soak up the glory because the success was my own. When I'm tired, I rest. When I want adventure, I go for it. No questions, no debating, it's just me and my backpack taking on Europe.

With that said, there have been a lot of mishaps and a lot of awesome experiences thus far in my trip. Switzerland has been a breath of fresh air. It's absolutely beautiful and there is so much to do. Most of it is way above my price range, however, the past 2 days have been jam packed with fun and adventure without totally breaking the bank.

My first day in Interlaken I couldn't help but look up constantly. All day long I was just taking in the views. At one point I saw a building on top of the mountain which caught my attention. I asked about it and learned you can hike or take a cable car type contraption up to it for amazing views. When I heard that, it was a done deal- I was going up there.

I chose to take the cable car up and hike down. I was happy with my decision because on the hike down I was thinking there was no way I would have enjoyed this post-camino. When I got on the cable car and we started moving, I thought to myself "these Swiss are some crazy people" because literally they just build tracks and ropes and cables and take trains, cable cars, and other devices up thousands of feet like it's nothing. My initial opinion of the Swiss engineers has only been proven throughout my stay here because I have seen and rode on some wild, crazy, and absolutely incredible rides.

When I got to the top the view was absolutely breath taking. Finally I didn't have to look up but instead I could look straight ahead to the snow capped peaks, or look down to the lush, green landscapes and crystal blue lakes. The hike down was steep but fun. It was about 2 hrs down and reminded me of my camino days. I was happy not to be doing 30k, and the quiet, solo trek was just what I wanted/needed. When I got to the bottom the trail spit me out right along the river. I followed the river walk for a while, stopped for lunch, and headed back to my hostel. I met some cool kids from UVA, Princeton, Duke, and Chicago. We had dinner together and everyone was telling stories of their bungee jumps, skydives, parasailing, canyon jumping, rafting, and things like that. I just sat back and listened. All of these excursions are like 300 bucks. I think I might do one but I want to hear about all of them before I decide. I actually felt old and realized I couldn't keep up with college kids. I held my own for awhile before the grandma in me decided it was time for bed.

When I woke up today the weather was beautiful. It was actually pretty hot and so I thought I would go on the free boat ride on the lake. I went to catch the bus, got on the wrong bus, and ended up at the waterfalls. Not a bad mistake, I just had to laugh at my inability to read a map. I took the bus to a small town in the mountains. From there, I walked about 3 miles through town taking in the mountains and about 5 waterfalls. I kept seeing signs for this waterfall thing and I didn't quite understand. There were waterfalls in every direction why was this one so special? I followed the signs and ended up looking at a mountain with no waterfall. I was really confused until I saw this cave contraption. Once again, the Swiss engineers rock my world. Inside this cave, there is a train car thingy ma bob that takes you up inside the mountain. Once you get out, there are 10 glacier waterfalls inside the mountain that have carved corkscrew slide looking tunnels with water just flowing. It was really mind boggling to take in what I was looking at. How they built this thing I have no idea- but reaping the benefits was something I was happy to do.

This is where the traveling solo thing just took over. I wandered through this town, wound up at a cable car, took it straight up the mountain, took a train across the mountain, then took a cable car back down the mountain. I had no idea what I was doing, where I was going, but it all worked out perfectly. The views of course were stunning, the towns I went through precious, and the people I met who kept pointing me in the right direction were awesome.

Since I missed the boat ride today - that is on the agenda for tomorrowa. I also want to bike and explore this area on two wheels. Besides the hiking and the mountains, the cheese and chocolate are pretty great, too. So far so good Switzerland.
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Bern Baby Bern

What's upppp from Interlaken, Switzerland. It's by far the most beautiful place I have ever seen in my entire life. I think Glacier National Park in Montana held that title until now... But Interlaken for sure wins the prize. Tomorrow I'll be hiking so I'll post some pics of this magical place.

Today's picture is from Bern, Switzerland. Bern is the capital of Switzerland which was new to me (I just assumed it was Zurich). I was in Bern for a night and explored around the city all morning. It was such a cool city. I was a little angry about being there to start things off. I missed a train because the incompetent lady messed up my stuff. I had to cancel my hostel booking and make a new one. It's more complicated than it sounds. The travel day was long and when this happened I was not in a pleasant mood. On top of that, I have been feeling crummy for a couple of days since Morocco. Nothing seemed to be going my way which was putting me down in the dumps.

Arriving in Switzerland in the wrong town turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Bern was one of the coolest cities I have seen. Surrounded by a crystal blue river of glacier water, a bear park, a beautiful clock tower, sweet city streets, and a really cool church that allows you to climb to the top for aerial views of the city- Bern has got it going on!

After a couple of hours exploring Bern - cut short because the Einstein museum was closed when I was looking forward to getting really smart - I headed to the train station to depart for Interlaken. I have mastered looking lost and asking for help when it comes to which platform, what train number, how many stops, do I really need a ticket or can I sneak on (just kidding), and things like that. Trains here are remarkable in how they go everywhere, yet a pain in the butt when they don't translate where we are or where we are going.

From finishing walking 800km on the Camino in Spain, heading south to Morocco, north to Barcelona, East to France, and farther East to Switzerland, I am exhausted. Not only that, I really miss life on the Camino. The strenuous walks may have left battle wounds on my feet and aches in my knee, but it had me in a great place mentally and spiritually. Since then, it's been a headache of trains, planes, languages, and things like that.

When I arrived in interlaken, I took a deep breath, and made it my goal to stay at least a week. I want to find that peace I had on the Camino. I somehow lost it while riding camels, rushing to different platforms to catch trains, and running for the nearest toilet/hole in the ground while sick. It's funny because I know it's there, I just need to find it.

It's in all of us actually. Jesus made us in his image. He lives inside each one of us. But just like any relationship- it takes work. You can't expect him to do all the work. You wouldn't expect a healthy relationship or friendship to flourish when one person is doing all the work. Don't wait for Jesus to come to you. Go to him, find him. I promise if you start talking... He will respond.

When we get caught up in our busy lives its easy to forget about Jesus and our faith. But he doesn't forget about us. He just waits patiently. He has faith in us I think... And I'm not letting him down. He has blessed me with so much. And to be honest, life is so much better when you have a friend in Jesus.

I remember in 8th grade science I learned about dependent and independent variables. I forget which one is which but that's besides the point. When you are doing an experiment you should only change one variable at a time. Otherwise, when you change more than one you won't have control or know what was effecting the outcome. On the Camino, I was doing the same thing day in and day out. Wake up, walk, eat, think, talk, sleep. The only variable that was changing was my prayer and interaction with my faith and things like that. The better days were the days I was walking and talking with Jesus- that's for sure. I may not be Einstein, his museum may have been closed today, but after testing my hypothesis this was my own personal proven outcome. I enjoy life much more when I recognize that Jesus is in me and I acknowledge his presence.

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Camel Trek- Merzouga, Morocco

When I lived in the Convent in Ghana I would always volunteer to ride along with Mr. Danso (the driver) or whoever was doing the drop off or pick up at the airport. The sisters were constantly coming and going and airport runs we're at least a couple of times a month. No one really understood why I would constantly volunteer to go along for the ride when with traffic- the 2 hour round trip could easily be doubled. The answer for me was quite simple: the car had air conditioning. Airport runs were a break from the heat that I looked forward to all the time. Mr. Danso knew my reasoning and he started to bring a sweater with him for the rides- full blast AC was a little too much for him. When I compare the heat in Ghana to Morocco- there is no comparison. Morocco is soooo much hotter.

Morocco has been over 120 degrees everyday I have been here. The desert was like 130. I have my own washcloth/sweat rag that comes with me everywhere I go. I caught on pretty quickly that they are used to tourists and therefore dress code is not really an issue... THANK THE LORD I can wear my Bball shorts and a Tshirt. I think walking around naked might still be a little offensive. And I would do anything to have Mr. Danso to drive me around this country with my full blast air conditioning.

Since I last wrote I have been to the desert and back. It was two nights with no AC too long. However, the camel ride was incredible and well worth the suffering. Part of the draw in coming to Morocco was the fact the Sahara desert and camel riding are here. I've seen pictures, I've read about it in books, I even taught about it, and yes, I think the background to our Gateway 2000 was a picture of the desert for awhile. I saw pictures of my brother riding a camel when he studied Arabic here in Morocco, and therefore, I was going to make this happen.

The picture in my head of the desert was pretty much what I experienced. I arrived to my sand castle hotel really late and therefore couldn't see anything. When I woke up and saw I was surrounded by sand dunes I got a little nervous. I only had one water bottle and the image of me crawling up that dune in search of water but seeing a mirage of my cousins Ella and Charlie holding slurpees from 7-11 was all too clear. The sand castle, hippie, lacking AC and refrigeration hotel was only slightly sketchy. The restless nights dripping with sweat and waking up to a sweat body print on the bed still doesn't explain just how hot it was. Craving cold water and even willing to suffer a brain freeze doesn't begin to describe my uncomfortable stay in the desert. However, there are some things we just have to endure if we want to experience one of the coolest things ever- camel riding in the Sahara.

The ride itself lasted a couple of hours but the memories will last a lifetime I'm sure. Being surrounding by massive dunes in all directions, holding on for my life when going up or down the steep dune and taking in the experience as a whole was amazing. The highlight was probably climbing up the dune myself during one of the pit stops. It was then I realized just how hard it is to make your way through the desert. The camels make it look easy. I sat on top of the dune, catching my breath, and thinking to myself just how crazy it is that I was here. The 9 hr ride to the desert and the 13 hr ride out of the desert seem like nothing for the opportunity to do what I did.

Teaching about the Gold Salt trade was always fascinating to me. I had seen the gold mines in Ghana... Not quite like you would picture. I've seen them collecting salt just outside of Tangier on the train just days before. However, to experience the process of riding a camel in the Sahara gives a WHOLE new meaning to Trans-Saharan trade. I have no idea how they did it. I have no idea how people live there. And I have no idea how I managed to survive for just the 2 days I was there.

While on top of the dune a lovely sand storm came through. It was about 15 minutes of sand blowing in all directions. You couldn't open your eyes, but if you peaked out a little like I did you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. If you were wearing basketball shorts and a Tshirt during the sand storm like I was, you could feel the grains whipping your arms and legs and stinging so badly that you wanted to cry yet you realize for the first time in days you aren't sweating. However, the negative piece was the lovely sand storm broke my camera. I was able to get my pictures off the memory card but the lens won't open. Once I get to a bigger city in Europe I'm hoping to hit up a camera store and see if it can be fixed. If not, Im hoping my mom wants to give me a HALF BIRTHDAY gift...? Or a RAMADAN gift? Or a YOU'RE MY FAVORITE CHILD gift?

I was able to make it down the dune and into the arms of my camel driver. He was holding a blanket to block the sand and I sat under that to wait out the storm. Then I realized it wasn't a blanket but his turban and thought to myself I have GOT TO GET ME ONE OF THOSE.

When the storm ended, back on the camel I went, and back to the sand castle hotel the camel took me. I named my camel "Olivia Newton John" because she was really SANDY! Good one huh? So, Olivia Newton John and I shared a magical experience in the desert together, I sweat my butt off all night, and then I took a bus 13 hours to Marrakech. I didnt have a place lined up to stay so i was a little nervous when the bus was late and we didn't arrive until almost 10. But some girl on the bus told me she was staying in a place with AC. I have found the key to my heart and it starts with an A. and it ends with a C. I'll be here tonight, and exploring all day tomorrow before catching my plane back to Europe to continue the originally planned trip. However, I think I'm changing my order of countries to visit because it's been so hot I really want to go to Switzerland next. I really wish the carpet I bought was a magic one so I could take it to the North Pole. The EURAIL doesn't have the North Pole as an option unfortunately. This will probably be the last post from Morocco so with that- GOODBYEEEE AFRICAAAAA AND HELLLLOOOO EUROPE!

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Fes, Morocco

(Warning: I realize I look like I was sweating in 110+ heat... Because I was)
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Its been only 3 days since I last wrote but it feels like weeks. Not only that, I am in a totally different world. From a simple life walking the Camino for a month to a sensory overload in Morocco was a huge jump. When people asked me why Morocco next... my answer was because I was so close while in Spain, when will I ever get the chance to go again, or something like that. Once I arrived and was taken captive of Morocco's culture and essence it was clear why I came here. The culture is unlike anything I have ever experienced. The sights, the colors, the smells, the people... It's literally a different world that you have to see, hear, taste, and touch to believe.

But how did I get here is the question. It was no easy feat like I imagined it was going to be. On Friday night I took an overnight train to Madrid from Santiago. You see, Kari from IL. was going to come with me. So Friday am we went to talk to a travel agent to find the best and cheapest option to Morocco. She ended up backing out because it was a big decision and had to be made on the spot which she couldn't do. Me on the other hand... Sign, seal, and lets go! Traveling solo is fun for me and I'm ready for this next adventure so it was okay that she backed out. I ended up ditching the travel agent and walking to the train station to see if my eurail pass would work. It was around noon and I booked a train to Madrid that night and then another one to the south of Spain to a city called Algeciras all on my EURail pass. BAM!

I was on the train to Madrid all night and arrived at 730am. I sat in Starbucks to kill time and 7 hours later ( in order to use their wifi you have to buy something every 45 minutes. I asked what the cheapest thing was since I'm not a huge fan of coffee or tea and water here is so expensive. She pointed to the individually wrapped pieces of gum. I felt like a baseball player because I had a huge wad of gum in my mouth since I was there for so long...) I went back to the train station to get my second train south. After about 24 hours of travel time I was on the southern coast of Spain. When I got to the port to figure out the ferry I wasn't going to arrive to Tangier until after midnight and well without a reservation or any clue about where to go or what to do once in Morocco, I decided to wait on the ferry until the morning.

At 930am the ferry left for Tangier, Morocco. I had no idea what I was doing, where I was going, or any of the details. Literally when I stepped off the boat, back in Africa!, I looked around and saw lots of Arabic, lots of French, and started laughing because at this moment I was totally here. I made it. And the best part was I was clueless as to what I was doing- which was awesome.

I heard Tangier isn't the best of towns, it's a port city, and that Fes and Marrakesh and the desert are where to go. So I took a taxi from the port to the train station, got on a 5 hr train with no AC in about 110 degree heat, and headed for Fes. While on the train I sat across from a 25 yr old college student who spoke awesome English. He was from Fes and writing down places to go, things to see and do, and what to eat for me. When we arrived after a horrible ride that I'm choosing not to reminisce about, I was just going to get a taxi and head where he told me to go. Instead, he got a taxi for me, took me to my hotel, handled the business, had tea (I'll explain later), took me to meet his family, and gave me the best tour of Fes you could ever imagine. I couldn't have planned a better first day in Morocco.

I know this is a long post but I really want to write about what I experienced during more tour. After I dropped my bag in my room (AC and wifi!), Yassin (Friend from train) left to go see his family. I hadn't eaten all day and was exhausted. I had a pastilla, chicken and veggies with cinnemon and sugar. It sounds weird and I stink at explaining it, but it tasted different than anything I have ever had before. It was delicious! After I ate, it was like 5pm and I was going to nap. Next thing you know, Yassin brings his mother to my hotel to meet me. She said she wanted to show me the city. And so together- me, Yassin, and his mom, were off into the Medina. Fes has two parts to the city (I might not be exactly right with these numbers and explanations but I did just arrive). There is the old town (Medina) and new town. The Old Town, or medina, is where I am staying. It's really hard to explain but it's surrounded by a wall, no real buildings, just a bunch of shanty-type structures right up against one another, with 1200 streets without names. It's a maze to say the least and no cars or bikes- only walking. I don't think words can do this labyrinth of streets justice. Donkeys carry goods around, and the houses are in there along with the market. The market is very similar to Ghana's. Therefore, the sights and smells and bartering and hassling was nothing new for me. So, my tour guides took me to the Medina hotspots. I saw mosques, the oldest university in the world, co-ops where they make leather goods (the whole process from animals, to washing, to dying, to artisans), carpets (the most incredible house that makes displays, sells, beautiful rugs), clothes, jewelry, pottery, everythingggg. Now, if I understand this right, all transactions are over tea. Moroccan whiskey as they call it to be exact. No alcohol, just mint tea with lots of sugar. Everywhere we went, I sat down with them, drank tea, talked about everything, before actually getting down to business. I could tell them up front that I wasn't going to buy something, but that didn't matter. I still got the whole show- a tour of the building, how they made the goods, the tea, and usually a trip to the roof to see the view of the city. The book, 3 Cups of Tea, was running through my head all day. I think I had about 7 cups... Anyway, I ended up buying lots of stuff.

I absolutely love bartering. I feel like I'm really good at it... I just like to think that I know I don't NEED anything, I just WANT it. Therefore, if I get my good deal - great, if not - no big deal. With this mindset, however, you need to be careful. These people are trying to make a living and take care of their families. I don't want to rip them off at all, I just don't want to spend too much because I am a tourist. I think I did pretty well because they were laughing at me and calling me BERBER WOMAN, or local woman.

The population here is mostly Berber or Arab- with most people claiming to be both. The Berbers were the first inhabitants of this area, with the Arabs arriving later like the 7th century with the spread of Islam. The Berbers converted to Islam and as far as I know they all just get along. When I go to the desert I will be staying with a traditional Berber family for one night I hope.

My tour guides also took me up to some ruins just outside the medina gate that overlooks the whole city- absolutely amazing view. They introduced me to people they knew, they taught me some words in Arabic, and they explained that they want me to go home and tell people in the US about Morocco. I can honestly say it was a fascinating, exhilarating, and an awesomely-overwhelming (not sure that's a word) day. I couldn't be more happy I chose to come here to experience this country. Like I said, you truly have to come and experience it for yourself because it's too hard to hard to put into words. It's for sure not for everyone, but for a couple of days, it's definitely for me.


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It's Only Just Begun

Well, I made it. I am writing this while sitting outside the cathedral in Santiago de Compostela, Spain- the finish line. I arrived here around 11 this morning after starting to walk at 5. But let's go back to the final week.

The last 5 days of the Camino are much different then the first 25. The scenery is always changing so that's not what I mean. But the final 5 days, or 100km, are jam packed crowded. In order to get the certificate you need to start in Sarria- 100km out- basically the last 5 days. That's where things got different because of the amount of people- you are never alone, it's really loud, you're rushing to get to the next stop to make sure you get a bed in the hostels, and with the finish line so close emotions are running through your head in a different way than before. Everything you knew the Camino to be- it isn't any longer.

I was pretty much feeling done with the whole walking thing. However, the excitement, the fulfillment, the accomplishment of the whole thing kept me going. The third and second to last days were fun because I met this mother and daughter from South Africa. They were entertaining and fascinating to talk to. I learned so much and now have a new place I want to visit. Another pilgrim said it best when he said that we may not remember each day's walk, or we may confuse certain towns or cities with others, but the people we meet and the times we share with others will be with us forever. I couldn't agree more with this. The days run together, and the experience becomes a whole not just individual days. But you remember the people for who they are as individuals and you learn from each person and take away so much.

It was yesterday afternoon when I was thinking how it feels like just yesterday I was in France starting this thing. I was remembering perfectly the night before we walked and having dinner with Kari from IL. and Christian from Denmark. I assumed they were a day or maybe two behind me after they spent extra days in Leon. But to my surprise they walked almost three 40k days and we were able to reunite for our final day walking into Santiago.

When Kari and I woke up at 5 our goal was not to rush because after all this was the last day. We wanted to make the pilgrim mass at noon in Santiago so leaving at 5 would allow plenty of time and we would see the sun coming up. With our headlamps we made our way through the eucalyptus trees and before we knew it we were over halfway there at 8am. So we stopped at a cafe for a snack. We ran into Christian here, and that snack turned into a bottle of wine, which turned into 3 bottles of wine by 1030am as we entered the city limits. Walking, laughing, reminiscing, and drinking... It was the most fun walk for reasons you can probably imagine.

The three of us started and finished together which was incredible considering I rarely saw them throughout the rest of the camino. It turns out a lot of people I know finished today as well, and so tonight will be a celebration!

The thought of being able to sleep in and not walk 20mi tomorrow is incredible. I have my own room, and when I arrived here it took me back to my Saint Mary's College days living in my dorm- Lemans Hall. This monastery is way older than Lemans, but the style of rooms is quite similar. And of course staying in a monastery is just like my good old days living in a convent. Needless to say... Home sweet home. Single bed, small room, small bathroom, yet it is everything I could have asked for.
Unloading my backpack was interesting because for the first time I wasn't thinking "this is so heavy I'm carrying so much" but I was thinking "oh no I have nothing how will I survive the next month and a half in Europe..."

I had to stop and reflect on what I have learned on this Camino. It's not about what we carry, it's not about what we wear or what belongings we have, but it's about who we are and knowing who we are. I wore the same shirt every day (yes it's brown now but once it was white), I didn't even have shampoo or soap for my final days (the hotel had a free bar of soap and it was like Christmas finding that sucker), and even with dirty clothes and smelling like the cows I walked by I was happy. I just walked across a country. I pushed myself and believed in myself to accomplish this goal. Knowing that I can do something like this is much more important than smelling good. They say the camino experience is unique and I would have to agree. Alpha and omega, or beginning and end, are reversed. The Camino experience is Omega Ten Alpha. You see the END of the Camino is just the BEGINNING of the rest of your life. Everything you gain for this experience is a part of you from here on out.

The greeting on this walk is "Buen Camino" or good way. You say it to everyone you pass and everyone says it to you. You probably hear it and say it a hundred times a day. No matter your language you know this phrase and you use it. (after the wine we were saying "buen ca-VINO" instead...) The mood today was so happy and encouraging.

As I sit here in Santiago, having just walked 800km, a certificate to prove it, and memories to last a lifetime - I would say that yes, it was a "Buen Camino"... Or yes, I had a good way. But the best is knowing this is just the start. The path I walked is only the beginning. What I experienced and what I learned will be with me forever and will help me find my way in the future.

Next stop.... MOROCCO. Not exactly on the initial itinerary but that's the best part!

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Taking a Break...

Hello all,
I am currently sitting in a coffee shop right next to a huge 12th century templar castle in Ponferrada, Spain. I am down to about a week left on the Camino. I am really pleased with this experience and feel really good about it. It's hard going into something with no expectations. As much as I try to do that, I always have some no matter what. Doing this Camino, at least the first 3/4 of it, has been better than anything I could have expected. I have enjoyed every minute of this Camino- the ups and the downs. Whether those ups and downs were mountains and valleys or the friends I met and the blisters I got. It's been incredible to do this on my own, and I want to enjoy every minute of the end. It's a unique feeling knowing I only have a week left- excitement that the aches and pains will be over with soon, yet it's scary thinking I need to have a game plan about what I am doing next. I have places I want to see and things I want to do but no set itinerary from here on out. When I mentioned Morocco to my mother she wasn't thrilled... And my yodeling lessons in Austria are calling my name. I am going to call it quits for this blog for this last week of the Camino. I am going to limit my Facebook presence as well. I'll be writing just not posting. I'll pick it up once again from my next country... Wherever that may be. Thanks for all the comments on here and on Facebook throughout these past 24 days or so. I'll catch y'all on the flip side!

Katie

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