amomentadrift

There’s a lot that I want to say, but unfortunately the time is short right now and this french keyboard is tough to type on :). The pace to the camino has been quick but it’s been a spectacular journey.  I will have to find a place after/during the camino to sit down and put my thoughts down. all is well.

Just a short post to let you know I successfully made it out of the united states… a missed connection and an odd hour in customer service led to a pretty easy overnight flight in to heathrow. My first time around in london will be brief so I better get back to it. Much more to follow! Mind the gap!

  ”Follow the typical signs, the hand-painted lines, down prairie roads.
Pass the lone church spire. Pass the talking wire from where to who knows?
There’s no way to divide the beauty of the sky from the wild western plains.
Where a man could drift, in legendary myth, by roaming over spaces.
The land was free and the price was right.” - Gold Rush Brides, 10,000 Maniacs

A friend asked me what my last picture would be in the United States. I thought it was an interesting question - if not a little photo challenge. I had a few ideas… but there seems to be only so much you can do when trying to take a picture of yourself - by yourself. So, with the simple picture above… I start my journey - placing one foot in front of the other.

There’s less than 24 hours before I leave. I’m nervous. I’m excited. My pack feels heavy. My head feels light. The bow of the boat rocks up and down against the dock… and all that’s left to do is to cut the rope holding it fast. All that’s left to do is to relase my grip on the familiar shoreline…

and be set adrift.