A Long Way Home…I’ll Get There Someday

Before I left on my Camino last year, I read A Million Steps by Kurt Koontz, it was one of my favorite pre-Camino reads for a lot of reasons, principal among them was that he kept it kind of real and it was focused on the experience, he did not try to sell you on a specific reason or result of his Camino.

I decided to re-read it just recently to see if I viewed it differently than I had when I read it prior to my Camino last year.  It’s still a good read and I would recommend it to anyone, including those who have not walked The Way, maybe specifically those who have not taken that 500-mile walk.

Our existence on this earth has a shelf life, somewhere in the mid-80s seems to be a good average.  Some, like my grand-mother went well beyond this average.  At 62, I’m now 62% into my self-imposed minimum, 2/3 of the way almost.

Before I left for Spain, and probably because of reaching my 60th year, I began to think about what I’d done to that point in my life.  I also thought about what I wanted to do with the remaining years that I have, especially the healthy years.

I have done some good things in my life, things that I’m proud of.  Also, like most of us, I’ve screwed up, done things I’m not proud of and, hurt not only myself but others too.  I’ve tried to make amends for those grievances and I hope I’ve succeeded.

My point in all of this is that we cannot waste our time rehashing things that we cannot control.  For instance, I’ve tried to make right the wrongs that I’ve committed in my life and I mean that sincerely.  None of us can go on rehashing these mistakes, we cannot change them.  We can and, I hope I have, try not to repeat them and to learn from them.

By the same token, we cannot constantly dream about the future.  I’m in sales, I like plans and I live on forecasts.  There’s a difference though with life goals.  Dreaming for things that you cannot affect is pointless.  Oh, we’ve all dreamed about winning the Lottery I suppose but, we can’t plan our lives around that very uncertain eventuality.

There’s a passage in Koontz’s book that struck me particularly during my just completed reading where he speaks about how the Camino changed him, it’s in the last chapter, he says this:

“It is impossible to eliminate the past or avoid all unpleasant memories.  However, when I visit my past now, I try to go in, learn, and get the hell out!  I am not going to be anchored by some event or trauma from my past.  The same goes for the future.  While hopes and dreams for a bright forecast are always present, I refuse to walk the rest of my life with eyes solely focused on the horizon.  I yield to the current moment.”

 I yield to the current moment, I will live in this moment where, I can make a change.  I can help someone.  I can make a difference.  And, the things that I can do impact the world, my world, NOW.

Strangely, it took me walking across Spain and re-reading a book to understand what I believe I already knew.  Guilt is a powerful thing and it can bind you, for no good, to the past.  Optimism is the same if it is not based in some sort of current reality.

I have friends who may be too strongly bound to events in the past that they cannot change, and, in many cases, they did not cause.  I know people who are dreamers but cannot seem to put a plan in place to help them achieve their wonderful goals.

I think it’s also important to know that living in the now can be difficult and even painful.  For those living that hard NOW, know that it will one day be a distant memory if you look for the way-marks, guide posts, the yellow arrows of the Camino.  In this case, they may not be physical objects but, they’re still as evident and just as real.

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The Way

I still don’t understand why I went on my Camino but, I’m beginning to understand what I brought home from Spain besides sore knees and well-worn boots.  It’s only taken a year.

For those who’ve walked the Camino or, really, any journey where you allowed yourself to live in the moment and to examine life, you’ll understand this statement.  The Camino continues, it’s a work in progress…for some.

So, Who’s Up For a Walk?

The lure of the Camino is strong, since I left the Camino last year, it’s been calling me back like a Siren calling out to this Pilgrim.  Some of my co-conspirators and I have been discussing the Camino Inglés and continuing on to Muxía and Fisterra, easily done in 2 weeks.

The Inglés begins in Ferrol and finishes in Santiago, roughly 120 km with a similar distance to Fisterra via Muxía.  I did not get to walk from Santiago to Fisterra and even with sore knees, I regret it.  The saving grace is that had I walked to Fisterra , I would not have seen my Camino Friends from South Africa and Texas A&M and, in all likelihood, I would not have met my German friend, Katja.  I guess things happen for a reason.

While still in the very early discussion phase, were I to go, I’m looking at May 18 – June 1, 2019 or June 8 – 22, 2019.  Lot’s of time to figure out if and exactly when.  I need to convince my wife that I’m not totally insane, others too possibly.

My Camino Sister Chris, is taking a student group to walk the Camino Francés again but, they won’t be anywhere near Santiago if we choose the early date, maybe the later one though, something to think about.  Steve, the other half of the Professors may be available and he’s mentioned starting in England and taking a ferry to A Coruña, maybe a possible hook up there as well.

So, I repeat my question.  Who’s up for a walk?

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I’m ready!

 

Road Trippin III

I’m finally home, left West Monroe, Louisiana (LA) this morning at 0730.  Leighton and I joked that we can start a weekend business driving peoples U-Haul half way across America doing 1 Second Everyday videos.

Speaking of that, please see the attached Road Trippin video, first time I’ve used the app and it was great fun.  You have to remember to shoot a lot so you have vids to choose from and that can be a little tedious but, not as tedious as driving from Jacksonville to Dallas so, it was, in this case a welcome distraction.  I’ll definitely use it again.

Road Trips (not the Camino type) have lost a little of their former luster but, spending time with my buddy was well worth it and, I owe him a big thanks.  Without him coming along, this would have been a really crappy ride!

So, what have I learned?  I learned that driving a U-Haul pulling a trailer is not much fun!  I learned that spending time with my friend Leighton is fun, that’s probably why I do it so much.  I learned that when someone asks how fast the U-Haul will go, it’s a 2 part answer.  Uphill, 50 MPH.  Downhill, 65 MPH.  Seems like all we had was uphill on this trip.  I’m continuing to learn that patience takes practice but, it seems to be a good thing…I’m told.

Finally, nothing says successful Road Trip like…

The best beer I ever had in the world…today.

Road Trippin II

Augusta, Georgia (GA) to  West Monroe, Louisiana (LA).  Long day, I told Leighton if we were in my BMW, we’d be home by now…a U-Haul pulling a trailer is a whole different story.  Home tomorrow by noon.

My friends, Renee and Katja are connected now thanks to a Leber Knoodle video, I can’t think of a better connection, these people are so important to me.

I-20 is in serious need of maintenance, GA, no!  AL, yes!  Most of MS, yes.  Most of LA, no!  Low taxes, crappy roads, is it really worth the trade off?  Texas, I know what awaits us…poor maintenance.

A good day today.

Road Trippin

Back in the day, a Road Trip was epic, think Animal House, Frat Brothers trashing a Lincoln, visiting the Dexter Lake Club to see Otis Day and the Knights do Shama-Lama-Ding Dong.  Rock and Rye and 5 Carling’s.   Hard core partying.

Fast forward 4 decades and drop the Lincoln and substitute a U-Haul and you have my current and modern day Road Trip.  This being a Travel Blog (sort of), all means of travel are fair game.  U-Haul, pulling a trailer, 55 MPH…it just doesn’t get any better than that.

We rolled out of Jacksonville, North Carolina (NC) at 1330 and hit Augusta, Georgia (GA) around 1930, those were a hard 6 hours…U-Haul hours.  Until you’ve done them, do not judge me!  No USB port meant FM radio out of crappy speakers.  Fortunately, I was in good company with my friend Leighton.

I’m playing around with 1 Second Every Day doing a video of our adventure, I hope it turns out to be as fun as it seems to be.  The results, good or bad, will appear here after we get to Dallas.

We plan on stopping in either Vicksburg, Mississippi (MS) tomorrow night, maybe Monroe, Louisiana (LA) if we’re adventurous and we don’t get saddle weary.

Time spent helping your family, is time well spent.  Time spent helping your family, with a friend, is time very well spent.  Bring on tomorrow, Carpe Diem!  I don’t feel 18 again but, I do though feel younger than the calendar says that I am!

Amiga

My friend Renee’s exhibit of paintings inspired be her Camino was held yesterday and it was well attended.  I think those that were there were impressed and many had questions about her journey down The Way.

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Castrojeriz, Spain

A young woman who is a friend of Renee’s just recently walked the Camino Primativo and another man said that his wife has just finished the Camino Frances and is on her way home now.

The Last Time I Saw Tess

Seeing the paintings and knowing the back story of many of the scenes certainly keeps my Camino alive, for me.

Congrats Renee!  To see more of Renee’s artwork, click the link.

Look How Far We’ve Come
(not the actual title)

Temporary Perfection?

We had a gathering last night of friends.  Old friends, new friends, Camino friends and neighborhood friends.  The common denominator was that we were all friends.

A couple friends that were not here, played their part in this gathering as well.  Bernie and Nigel were here through Nigel’s gift to Rick, his book Handed Down.  And our friend Katja was here in her video presentation of Leberknodel 2.0.  Katja, when you read this, it was a big hit, thank you!

I described this party to a friend as a Venn Diagram of the perfect gathering.  Perfect in the sense that all the right people, under the correct circumstances came together at the right moment.

I’d been trying to connect 2 friends, Renee and ‘G’, our neighbor who we saw while we were in Dublin.  I figured, they had a lot in common and they’d make good company.

I’ve been trying to get Kathy and Tim in to meet some of our group of friends, once again, I thought it would be a good mixture.

Steve and Chris, a.k.a., The Professors were in town and they got to meet some of the locals as well, they’re always a good addition and, I got to hear about their latest Camino adventures.

Sarah and Madison were able to make it, I know how hard it can be to get to Dallas from both San Antonio and College Station, I’m glad they could make it, I don’t get to see them enough.

These two in particular I was happy to see because of something that I told them last year that was correct but, incomplete.  I told them that they were lucky to have this group around them.  I didn’t mean that they were lucky to be around us but, they were lucky to be accepted (and to accept) as peers because, at their age I never really had the opportunity to be around a group of older people who accepted me as a peer.

What I later discovered was that it was not them that was lucky, it was me.  Their intelligence, outlook, sense of humor and curious nature reminded me that I too still have those skills and abilities and that it’s okay to see the world from a different place, to question and to challenge the norms and expectations.  I told them that last night and I wanted to tell anyone who reads this, reach out and embrace anyone and everyone, sometimes you have to take the first step and make that effort.  Thank’s to both of them!

Thanks to my friends in Germany, Northern Ireland, New Zealand and South Africa.  We missed you all.  I’m a very lucky man.  We’re a lucky group to have such a diverse, interesting and caring friends.

The diagram does not define the best group or mix of friends.  It does though represent the best group of friends in this moment.  The spheres are constantly moving and the sweet spot is always changing, as it should.  Next time, it may be a different collection with the same results, temporary perfection.  Huh, temporary perfection, sort of contradictory because that would mean that there is no, true, perfection.  I would agree with that, life is dynamic and it should be that way.

There’s a lesson here I see.  Don’t get caught thinking that everything is perfect (good or bad) because it will change.  How we handle that change really defines us (me).  That truly is a lesson that I learned on the Camino.

Friends are, the greatest gift in the world!

 

Business Travel is Glamorous

For years, I’ve jokingly told people “business travel is glamorous” which to me, it’s just the opposite.  Some people think that those of us who travel as part of our job live the high life on an expense account.  That would be great, if it had any basis in fact.

I flew to LGA (this is sort of a Travel Blog, you should know which airport that is…New York LaGuardia) to close a deal.  I got a decent fare on Southwest Airlines, my favorite way to fly.  Car, hotel, no problem.

Unfortunately, the weather on the east coast was a little volatile so my flight out was delayed by an hour and a half and, we were backed up getting in to LGA for another 50 minutes as we loitered over Pennsylvania waiting our turn.

Leaving was worse.  When I woke up on Thursday, I had a text from Southwest telling me that my flight was already delayed, this was 9 hours in advance.  Fortunately, I used my new found time after I closed my deal to visit another prospect.

Arriving at the airport, the flight was further delayed.  We finally boarded at 1610 an hour after the original departure time.  The best was yet to come.  As we joined the line of 25(that I could see) planes taxiing out for take off, the world came to a stop.  The wind had changed so, we got to flip the airport (go to the other end of the runway).

New York in the summer is hot and very humid, the cabin of the plane was worse with 160 hot humans adding to the already intemperate conditions.  Southwest did a great job informing us that it would be another 20-30 minutes, maybe, before we got to take off.

Almost 3.5 hours after we boarded the plane, we finally took off and, the cabin started to cool down.  Earlier in my life, I would have let all this get to me.  I would have been mad (at whom, I have no idea) and it would have left me in a foul mood.  Maybe age, maturity and possibly my Camino experience have helped me understand that being mad about something that I cannot control is a total waste of my time and energy.

I found my happy place, listened to music, read my book and chilled (maybe a bad use of a word under the circumstances).  It was strange that even though I was hot and tired, I was a peace with the situation.  Maybe old dogs can learn new tricks.

So, for those of you that may think that business travel is all fun and games, that was my day.  Dinner was a KIND Bar, the chocolate had melted but it was still good, I had no lunch.  I got home about 4 hours late and all I could think about were the 2 ladies next to me who missed their connections…they got to enjoy another night is a hotel on their tab.  I hope they got to Cali to see a fiance and to Birmingham to see grand-children.

Almost forgot, we had a unruly passenger in the back, the flight attendants got him calmed down.  Six DPD Officers met him at the gate, I have no idea what time he got home.