Last year I walked with a 38 liter backpack. This year, I’m walking with a 65 liter pack. I wonder if this isn’t the first of many new pilgrim blunders to come.

Olympia’s weather has been pretty good the last week. The sun has come out of hiding and the cold has pretty much melted away. Except, on this Sunday, the rain and gray has crept back. I wonder what the weather will be like in Granada.  I’ve already heard good stories of sunshine, but I remember the conditions I walked through on the Frances so I can’t help but be a bit skeptical.  Mostly I’m just anxious about being alone for two weeks, and what that will be like.

Im trying not to let my anxiety detract from the day though.  I’m still here, still sitting quietly in Olympia, watching Bobbi make beef jerky. I have to keep reminding myself: wherever I go, there I am! (One thing I’m bummed about is the state of the letters I promised my friends, I have more to do with them, there is a good chance I’ll have to write them on The Way and give them to my fellow pilgrim when I see them at Santiago)