Planning one trip can be a little stressful. Planning a year of trips might just drive me crazy.
In the first six months of this trip, I’ve slept on 23 different surfaces – air mattresses, couches, futons and beds of all sizes – in seven different states. I’ve stayed in the homes of nine friends I knew before I left on my travels, five friends I met while at the Folk School, two family members, and three couchsurfing hosts.
But that’s nothing compared to what I’ll be doing starting on May 10th. I’ll spend each night of the next forty in a different bed, in a country whose language I don’t (yet) know. I’ll get up each morning, pull on my pack, and walk between 12 and 15 miles to the next bed, which I won’t crawl into until I’ve washed the clothes I’ve worn that day (because when you’re only carrying two outfits with you, this is what you need to do).
Sometimes I wonder, “Who does these things?!” But, a quick Google search reminds me that millions have done this already, and millions more have done crazier things that walk to a new bed each night.
This post is just to say it’s official. I booked my flight to Spain. On May 10th, after flying to Biarritz, France I’ll take a bus to the Bayonne train station, then a train to St. Jean Pied-de-Port. From there, I’ll start my Camino. And, if all goes well, I’ll walk into Santiago de Compostela on June 19 and arrive back in the States on June 20. Then, I imagine I’ll sleep for a few days. In a bed. Any bed. At that point, I won’t care where.