Slowly, I'm getting ready for my trip which I leave for in 52 days.  I've got my back pack and band aids and foot care products and I finally bought a sleeping bag last weekend.  I've got my travel insurance and my travel plan for my phone.  I still have to get to the bank and order my Euro's.  I've been walking as much as I can and I'm sore and tired and some days I'm not even sure that I'm going to be able to do this, but then I think, Hell, I can do anything.  Look how far I've come in the last year.  It was just over a year ago that I was in Hong Kong, Bali and Australia.  I never thought I would get to those places but there I was.  I had the time of my life.  This trip will have different qualities to that trip, mainly because I will do this walk alone.  It will be my time to figure out life and what I will do with the rest of my life.  I have many ideas but nothing written in stone yet. 

I would love to live in Italy, I would love to have a little garden and grow tomatoes so that I can make my own sun dried tomatoes.  I would love to live in a little house in Tuscany and be able to live with out a vehicle and walk to town to buy my ingredients for the days meal.  The only problem with that whole dream is that my children are here in Vancouver. 
I'm hoping that walking all those kilometers will give me a different perspective on the world and where I belong.  I'm  looking forward to every town I get to see and every person I get to meet and every meal I get to eat while walking the Camino.  I'm also looking forward to drinking some beautiful red wines in both France and Spain.  I'm looking forward to my whole day at the Louvre, and a couple of days wandering through Paris. I'm looking forward to everything except the sore feet.