Today I am 51.
This is significant because this morning I started reading a book that Jerri recommended about one man's experience of the Camino de Santiago. He was 36 at the time he made his pilgrimage and the first few chapters are full of pain, gruelling walks, pain, deplorable conditions, and pain. I began to feel fear.
I have decided to read the book when I return from Spain. Although it is interesting, even humorous at times, I cannot afford to second-guess my preparedness. I also don't want to read more spoilers about what I will encounter along the way. I have discovered that, for me, the best experiences were the ones with the least expectations.
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