I did this last year, and had such a good time doing it, I thought I’d do it again. So voila: the best moment of 2015 (in no particular order). With apologies for everything I forgot. It was an eventful year!
- The moment I booked my flight to Nicaragua. (That was a Monday. I left three days later.)
- The many moments I spent speaking Spanish to my masseuse/nail tech in Nicaragua–a mere two days after I started learning the language.
- Every moment I spent speaking Spanish in Spain–on my first Camino I promised myself the next time I walk the Camino, I’m going to know Spanish so I can talk to the locals. Mission accomplished.
- Every moment I conversed in French on the Camino. Especially the night I stayed in San Anton–when everyone else staying there could speak English except one man. He only spoke French. I conversed with him the whole afternoon, and translated the dinner conversation for him that night. Which brings me to:
- The moment someone at the dinner table in San Anton thanked me for playing translator, and asked me to, “tell him I’ve seen him many times on the Camino and am happy to finally know some things about him.”
- Every moment a fellow Camino pilgrim shared their story with me.
- The moment I saw Lois’ face when we got to Muxia–having walked over 500 miles together over the previous 47 days.
- The moment I saw Michael again, after having been separated from him for three months (due to aforementioned Camino.)
- Every moment Lois’ daughter, other family, and friends thanked me for accompanying her on her Camino.
- Every moment Lois thanked me for accompanying her on the Camino. Sometimes she thanked me with words, sometimes by paying for things, sometimes simply with a smile.
- Every moment Lois and I strolled into a town and found our new friends Lisa and Michael seated at a table, drinks in one hand, cigarettes in the other, and big welcomes for us.
- Every moment spent on a ride in Disneyland with Michael. I can’t remember the last time I went on roller coasters. I’ll need more of that in 2016.
- The moment I finished the last stitch on the mermaid blankets for my nieces–three days before Christmas. I’ve never finished that early.
- The moment my nieces opened their aforementioned Christmas gifts.
- Every moment spent watching Michael play his trumpet at open mic nights at Witherbee’s in Schroon Lake.
- Every moment I learned one of my students did well on a test or final exam.
- The moments Michael spent telling me about the houses he was scoping out for us in Asheville (while I was in Spain).
- The moments Lois and I spent laughing over the videos Michael sent of the aforementioned places. (The places weren’t funny–but Michael’s commentary was.)
- Every moment I saw someone comment on a Camino picture I posted on Facebook.
- The moment I read Lois’ e-mail that said she was taking me up on my offer to accompany her on a Camino. And that, as a thank you, she’d gift me $1000. And not only that– that she preferred sheets and towels to sleeping bags and microtowels, so anytime we could get a private room (as opposed to a hostel), she’d pay for it.
- Every moment Lois pulled out her credit card to pay for aforementioned rooms. It was like she was saying, “Thank you,” all over again, and a great reminder to me to accept the generosity of others.
- Every moment Lois and I opened the door to our private room, unsure if this one would be worse or better than the last.
- The moments Lois and I spent laughing about our bright orange room with a double bed pushed into one side and barely enough room to walk or put our packs down. “It will make us appreciate the good rooms that much more,” said Lois. (Oh how I wish I had a picture of that room!)
- Every moment on the Camino when I fretted over something not going well and Lois said, “This is what makes it a good story.”
- Every moment I slid my tiny daypack onto my shoulders. Everyone should walk the Camino at least one day without their pack. Just for the joy.
- The moment a woman walked up to me on the Camino and said, “You’re Rebecca!” How’d she know? She read all my blogs about my first Camino, and knew I was doing it again. Why was she there? In part because of me. Apparently she e-mailed me a couple years ago and asked how to know when she’d be ready to walk the Camino. I told her to just book the darn ticket. And there she was:)
- The moment not one, but two other women told me they’d also read my blog posts in preparation for their Camino.
- The moment Lois and I touched down in Ireland and said to each other, “Oh thank God! We’re back in a country where everyone speaks English!”
- The moment I got my first taste of real Irish butter. OMG. Butter will never be the same. I will never be the same.
- Every moment I bit into yet another delicious piece of Spanish bread. What I wouldn’t give for an American bakery that could produce bread like the Europeans.
- The moment I walked into the home Michael found for us–it was perfect. And I didn’t have to do a stitch of searching, calling, setting up appointments, or walk-throughs.
- The moment the neighbor girl opened her door, saw my bloodied palms, and took me in. (I had scraped the skin off both palms trying to keep Meg’s dog from chasing some wildlife. Note to self: when a dog starts running, let go of the leash.)
- The moment my sister Liz answered my call and said yes, she would stop what she was doing to take me to the doctor. (I couldn’t drive because of aforementioned missing skin.)
- Every moment I stopped in to Mary Jane’s and saw my youngest sister Meg there–in her element: A busy but proud new business owner.
- Every moment spent eating the delicious veggie burgers at Mary Jane’s. (Their first ingredient is mushrooms. Need I say more?)
- Every moment spent making brownies for Meg’s new business.
- Every moment spent helping Meg move (out of her condo, temporarily into my parent’s house, then into her new home.)
- Every moment the former owners of Mary Jane’s said how impressed they were with how everyone in the family showed up to help Meg. Yeah. We Gallo’s are good like that.
- The moment I learned I was accepted to a week-long all-expense-paid writing workshop.
- Every moment spent on our writing retreat in Franklin. Writing. Drinking good wine and eating good food with wonderful friends. All while being completely snowed in.
- The moment the guy showed up to drive me up the mountain to the writing retreat (which was preceded by moments spent crying wondering how I would climb up the snow-covered mile-long driveway with all my stuff, as it was clear my VW Bug wasn’t going to get me up there.).
- Every moment my parents helped to make our new house into a home. (Dear Mom and Dad: Sorry I was so stressed out and snarky during all that. Note to self: No more than two big box stores in one day. Note to self: Remember to down a glass of wine before getting in a car driven by Dad.)
- The look on Dad’s face the moment Michael sent him off to pick up a craigslist kitchen island saying, “Oh–the woman has a retired police dog. And he’s not friendly. So don’t get out of the car until you call her, so she can bring him in.”
- The moment I met two Irishmen on the road outside the ruins at San Anton. When they told me their 85-year-old father was behind them with another brother we all waited for them. When they arrived, I asked the father to stop in for a glass of water. He hesitated until I added, “with a pretty young woman.” It worked.
- Every time I booked a flight with frequent flyer miles –most of which I earned while on the ground. (My flights to Nicaragua, to my writing retreat, to California–twice, and flights for Mom, Dad, and Meg to Miami.)
- Every moment I told Lois something about the Camino and she said, “Now how would I know that if you weren’t here? It’s a good think you’re with me!”
- The moment I heard my brother and sister-in-law were headed to Paris to celebrate their first anniversary. And the moment, after booking their first AirBnB place, Jeffrey said to me, “I thought it would be a lot more expensive to spend a week in Paris.” I wanted to scream, “Duh!?! What have I been saying for years??!” but instead I said, “Yep.” And was thrilled when they said, “Maybe we should spend every anniversary in Europe.”
- Every moment Michael made me laugh.
- The moment my sister Jess got offered a new job. (Not that she didn’t like the old one. But change is good. I should know.)
- The moment I told Dad I was going to walk the Camino again, and he said, “Why?” and I didn’t take any offense. (When I said, “Lois is paying for our rooms and giving me $1000,” he was a bit more understanding.)
- The moment I ran the idea by Michael of me leaving him for a couple months (again) to go walk the Camino with Lois and he didn’t hesitate–told me to go for it.
- The moment, a few days later, when I felt bad for leaving Michael (again) and e-mailed him as much, and he wrote back, “…but this is something you want to do. I say go for it. Life is way too short. You have my blessings.”
- The moment Lois and I walked into Viana, Spain to find the Camino route completed closed off by fences, and the people sitting on top of those fences told us, “You’ll be able to get through in a few minutes–after the running of the bulls.”
- The moment the hotel owner told us (in Spanish!) that we were the only guests that night because it was festival time, and they were too busy in the restaurant below to take any more guests. (“We are SO not in the U.S.” Lois and I said to each other.) “And the bulls run again tonight at 7,” he told us. Right past our hotel.
- Every moment I stopped to take a picture–knowing that, as far as Lois was concerned, I could take as much time as I wanted. Because a) it would give her time to catch up to me and/or b) it would give her time to take her own pictures.
- Every moment I was able to secure another document I need for my Italian citizenship application.
I could go on. But it’s midnight. And I’ve been working on this post for quite a while. Special thanks to Lois Bertram, Michael Weston, and Jessica Gallo for some of these photos. And FYI: as much as I loved the traveling of 2015, I’m very much looking forward to nesting in 2016:)
And one more thing: writing this post reminds me, once again, how lucky I am to have such great friends, such a great family, such a great boyfriend, and such a great life. My only hope is that everyone else is blessed in this way in 2016.
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You had a wonderful year, Rebecca, but I can understand wanting to nest for awhile, especially with that nice man who is so understanding. I’m sure your companionship for Lois was worth more than money could buy. I am happy for both of you.
Sorry I missed you when you were here for Christmas. Was going to call ,but figured you had limited time with family and would call if you had a chance. Paul is coming in today. Shelly has just completed 10 days of radiation and is tired so we are making no plans to do much. They leave Tues. because Paul has three days of meetings in NYC. Tim works for Northwestern in Mass. And will be bringing his wife to the meeting with him. She is still to sick to go back to teaching so she and Shelly will hang out in the city while men attend their meetings. Haven’t seen them in a year so am looking forward to visit. Have a great time nesting. Terry
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Thanks for the update. Will be in touch. And look forward to seeing you next time I’m in town.
Happy New Year 2016 Rebecca! You are an inspiration to all of us. I enjoyed going along on your hike with Lois – a sister mature woman – via both your blogs. Personally, I can’t imagine keeping up with you at my age! I am planning a trip to the UK and Ireland around my birthday this spring. Using your “get the miles” technique and looking for unusual places to spend the nights. Hope to get to Asheville sometime this year to meet the magical Michael 🙂 Hugs, Jane
Would be so wonderful to see you again, Jane! And can’t wait to hear about your successes with your miles and about your trip!
I enjoy every word you write; also Lois’s! Happy new year to you and to your year of nesting, but I’m looking forward to more of your travelogues as I know they are not over…V Reeser
It’s in my blood. Definitely not over:)
Once again, pleasure to read. Rebecca, you are a wonder and we are all blessed to be part of your life. A happy and blessed New Year.
Awesome as usual, Rebecca! Thank You!
Thank you for sharing. That was a wonderful list to read through.
I don’t reply much on blogs but have really enjoyed reading yours.
Have a fantastic 2016.
Glad you’ve enjoyed following my adventures Donna. And thanks for writing:)
Hi Rebecca…omigoodness…I feel like a famous person…I’m #26!!!! I had to forward your post to my family!…as always…a wonderful post…and I look forward to hearing about your ‘nesting’ in 2016…I hope you had a wonderful holiday…Peace and Good and Happy Writing, Pat
Hi Pat– So good to hear from you! Hope your Camino was a great experience. It was certainly a delight to meet you:) -Rebecca