The night before....

So it's the evening before Katie and I leave before our big adventure in Spain and I think I may have food poisoning, not a good start. I should have suspected something dodgy about those half price Haribo sweets.
On the plus side, my bag is finally packed and ready to go. It is extremely difficult to pack four weeks into a small rugsack. I, being a girl like to have a choice of outfit for all occasions, to suit my mood at the time. I found it hard to resist throwing in extra t-shirts and trousers just in case I would get the opportunity to wear them. In the end every item I put in my bag had to answer this simple question: Is this worth the effort it will take to carry it up the hill? Usually the answer was no.

So why would one subject themselves to such agony? I for one, wanted to do the Camino as it sounded like an adventure and an unforgettable experience. Who better to join me in the adventure than Katie, my companion from last summer. It took three months, rain, sun and wind, a leaking tent, social isolation, difficult bosses, and a camp-site for Katie and I to learn to put up with each other. Only joking, from the moment Katie arrived on the camp site, and despite twenty hours of travelling we stayed up all night talking, I knew we would be the best of friends. At the end of the summer it was very difficult to say good bye.

Now the night before our big reunion, I have no doubt that our friendship will survive the Camino. I think the experience will be tougher than I ever imagined but that it will be one that I remember for the rest of my life.