We were eager to walk to Pamplona and even though all the mystical guides in the world will tell you that it is “overwhelming” compared to the past few days of walking, we were stoked to get some good food and stay in a four star hotel!
I can feel it like it was yesterday. For some reason, leaving Pamplona was so emotionally heavy. I nearly cried for the first five miles. It felt so terrible to leave such a nice place. It seemed to symbolized the day we came home to our beautiful, comfortable, fully set up house on fire in April of 2013. It felt just like being told that our home was no longer inhabitable and we were sent out into the world that sunday afternoon with nothing but our camper and some clothes that smelled of a giant bonfire. It was hard to confront that feeling. To be reminded that nothing is truly ours and that the world we live in is not comfortable. However, it was the fire that sent us out on this journey. After loosing our possessions it seemed so easy to leave for a month and even easier to move to Bend and begin the life we have always dreamed of. I wish I had more words or perhaps wisdom to offer about that day, but I will never forget how that sadness was greeted with gratefulness to be there that day processing those emotions with my husband and not in the hamster wheel of life ignoring the gravity of that experience.