It was the morning of April 16th, exactly 7 years ago! The day I was leaving to fly to France to begin walking the Camino de Santiago. Sitting up in bed, I was suddenly so overcome with nerves and doubts. What was I thinking?!? I had never been to Europe and on my own not knowing really any French and a little Spanish. Ahhh!! I went to the kitchen to make some tea and as I looked above the sink to my left was a gorgeous, full seashell on the kitchen windowsill. I’m sure it had been there for years but I had never really seen it. The shell is the symbol of the Camino. In the moments it took my brown eyes to blink, I knew I was on the right track. I was going to walk, The Way, and it was the only way for me.
There have been many synchronistic times in my life since that morning. When things fall into place over and over, when it’s easy and there is no struggle, I pay attention. Those are the time’s I’m doing what my soul is here for.
My flights went smoothly and the place I stayed with Alyson and Mark was quaint with a funny French man and his adorable, long haired black and white dog. My trip was off to an amazing start and something in me knew this was the beginning of getting back to me.
In future posts I'll jump around a bit but I thought it'd be a fun look back at where my trip began as it was one of the main focuses of, How I Became The Love of My Life.