I walked 11 kilometers today. It was an absolutely fabulous day and I hope to find time to write about it soon (Spoiler alert: I didn’t). But somewhere during our 2.5-hour walk, it came to my attention that my right boot, Mercy, squeaks. Not a little quiet squeak, but a loud-ish, noticeable squeak. Stepping right, left, right sounds like squeak, step, squeak, step, squeak, step…
There’s some cosmic justice to the fact that I have boots that simply can’t be quiet.
I have just made a commitment to do something that terrifies me. At the end of this month, I am joining my eldest daughter and some family friends on the Camino de Santiago. Some background for the uninitiated: for over a thousand years, pilgrims have been making...
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Chaperoning a school band trip to Disneyland Paris. Seven-hours on a bus with rambunctious teens. Oh joy. To my credit, when the bus stops at the base at the N.A.T.O. Base (SHAPE) in Belgium, I beg off the long lunch line at the bowling alley/burger joint and go...
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