Scallop shells are showing up in unexpected places. Everything is clicking. And then another song came tonight as I was putting away the dinner dishes.
Kyrie eleison down the road that I must travel
Kyrie eleison through the darkness of the night
Kyrie eleison where I’m going will you follow
Kyrie eleison on a highway in the light
This song by Mr. Mister was popular when I was in middle school, but I haven’t thought about it much since then. (That’s how I know it’s one of those messenger songs.)
Lord, have mercy on this road that I must travel.
Give it a listen. Yes, the band is 80’s electronica, but the chorus harmonies nail it. A plea, a prayer, a belief in the sacredness of walking your path. A wind reaches in to where we cannot hide and sets us on the road.
Packing my bags (almost)
That song came after a day of running errands to get my last bits of gear. Although I’m mostly reusing everything that went to Spain the last time, thanks to Amazon and several local businesses, I’m literally ready to pack my bag.
Here’s my haul:
Here’s a full list of items (feel free to ask about them in the comments):
- shoe inserts for arch support
- a fleece neck gaiter which triples as a night-time mask and daytime hat
- probiotic that doesn’t need refrigeration
- hair ties
- sunblock with no bad nasties in it
- Mack’s ear plugs — I’m bringing these in addition to my trusty Hearoes
- a compass/thermometer (my other one broke)
- plastic S-hooks for keeping clothes dry in the shower
- copy of my eyeglass prescription
- two pair of lightweight Injinji toe socks
- a new water bottle
- zip quart bags
- spray-on waterproofing for my sun hat
- my new Camino guidebook
- brand-new blank journal (AKA my camera, address book, planner, and journey-memory recorder)
- a fanny pack
This is literally all the extra gear I needed. Next week I’ll be packing up my bag and test driving it for weight.
While I was out, I also got a short haircut that will be easy to take care of in Spain.
Despite gaining all these items, I’m happy to report that I’ve lost sixteen pounds since I bought my tickets last fall. Though I haven’t measured, I’ve lost a lot in inches. Some of my clothes are looking a little baggy. I feel terrific. If I eat wheat, however, I feel terrible–my knee aches for days after. So I’ll keep avoiding it and loving this new skin I’m in.
TWENTY FIVE DAYS TO GO!! SQUEEE!!