I’ve always wanted to walk the Camino, ever since my cousin went on pilgrimage over ten years ago. But there was always a reason not to go. Work. Relationships. Money. Time. All valid reasons but the tugging on my heart never stopped.

After ten years of practice, it is time to pause. It’s time to reflect and it’s time to go. I had only planned to go for a few weeks but my best friend told me I should take advantage and walk the entire Way. She encouraged me, “When are you ever going to have this much time off? Send it!” She is always right.

All of my friends want to know what’s going on but I don’t have answers. I leave tomorrow and I don’t know what’s next.

“When do you come back?” I don’t know.

“What will you do after the Camino?” I don’t know.

I have no intention of being vague but that is the truest answer I can give: I don’t know. It feels freeing to say that– I’m not sure. It’s terrifying and humbling but it’s also true. I could get hurt and need to come home early. I could meet the love of my life (HA) and decide to stay in Spain forever. I could need 45 days instead of 35 to complete the entire pilgrimage. I just don’t know.

I don’t have any plans but I also don’t have any expectations. Well, one: I want to be changed.

What that means, I’m not entirely sure but I do know I am supposed to go. I know I’m just supposed to go and walk and trust. Hopeful yielding.

Santiago el Mayor, ruega por nosotros!