The Bear recently posted about our first experience on a section of the Heysen Trail back in September 2016. This week we decided to give it another go. These are my notes from the trail.
As the clock marks our fifteenth hour of plane travel a voice announces our imminent arrival. He and I look out the window and watch as the clouds part to reveal Australia.
I moved away from home several years ago. I went first for college, then for romance, and then I threw myself out an open door.
The end of an adventure is always difficult. You must marry what was with what is to come and hope that balance lies between --
I have a growing concern for my country...The fact that I am even paying attention to the election at all is a sign that something is very wrong. Donald Trump versus Hilary Clinton.
I have now been in Australia for more than two months, and yet I still write of things not so long past. Why would I deny anyone the right, born in curiosity, to know of what happens now? I feel that to understand this new adventure you must understand those previous and the lessons learned therein. You see every step, every notion, and every action prior leads to the moments now and my success within them.
What I learned from the Camino and Backpacking is as follows:
The Camino de Santiago
The actual How To of explaining the Camino is something that quite literally gives me pause. My brain quakes, my hands shudder, and I lose all sense of the English language. It is a monstrous undertaking. It is hardly something that can be condensed, though I will do my best. There are any number of novels written on just such a subject, and they likely do it more justice than I. So I shall begin the same way I began two years ago:
This next chapter, rather series of chapters, is difficult. It is not the Camino de Santiago alone I want to convey or even just the months that follow. It is a period of time encompassing the then to the now. Movement to stagnation.
At the beginning of he and I, I was hesitant. A new relationship was not something I wanted or needed. I had been planning world explorations and did not want these plans to be compromised by the thoughts and feelings of someone who came after they were laid. Who would he turn out to be, this man who had so captured my thoughts?
Where does one begin a tale? Especially one that is in the process of being written? I suppose one must start at the beginning, in a time when there was no Bear and I was not yet the Maiden Fair.