Sharing my adventures as I navigate life
The day started early. I had spent the night at Casa Pacios, a beautiful rural B & B. I’m so glad that I stayed away from the main hustle and bustle of Triacastela. I headed down to the beautiful dining room a little before 8 am which was when breakfast was served. There were 2
Early rising The start of the Camino finally arrived. The day I had been planning for finally came and I was nervous, yet ready to face whatever came my way. I woke up early so my cousin Lourdes could drive me to the starting point, O’Cebreiro. Before heading out, I taped my feet where I
Departure day is fast approaching This week, I was all set to write about yoga and then it hit me: next week I leave for Spain and start walking the Camino. So, instead, I'm going to do a last post about Camino prep. All summer, I’ve been busy packing and organizing for this trip. Just about
In May 2016, I ran my first half marathon. The race took place in Ottawa, the city where I grew up. I was so nervous because I hadn’t EVER run 21 kms before. But, somehow, I knew I had it in me to do this. This was a very special race in many ways. First,
A rain soaked race After doing the race I thought it would be fun to reflect back on the season and write a wrap up piece. This is it. In case anyone is wondering, these are my own words written from the bottom of my heart. I’m not getting any remuneration from the race organizers
Although I’m in the middle of Camino prep, I also have other things to prepare for. Tomorrow I’m running in the final Blackout Race of the season. My journey from couch potato to athlete started 9 years ago when I fell off my bike and had a wake up call. Growing up, I was never
Departure day will soon be here. Even though I’ve booked the airline tickets and hotels, it still feels surreal that I’ll be walking the Camino very soon. My biggest concerns with this walk are blisters and bed bugs. Eww.... I’m not worried about my fitness level since I’m in great shape. I’m not scared or
Spain and Portugal: a visit to my roots In February and March 2013, hubby and I went back to my roots when we revisited Portugal and Spain. This trip planted a little seed in my brain: I wanted to come back, alone, and spend time rediscovering my Spanish roots. As we drove through the Spanish
Taking time to rediscover my Spanish roots, one km at a time. Oh, wow… 6 days to go and I’m off work for 7 months. Seven whole months to myself. It’s started to sink in, but in some ways it still feels surreal. In 80 days I leave for Spain to walk part of the
The Boss and Rock in Rio - an unforgettable trip I’ve been fortunate to have travelled quite a bit in the last five years. Once the kids grew up, it was time for the hubby and me to go back to one of our favourite things to do: travel this beautiful world. One of the