As the many people who follow Kim’s site know, she’s currently in northern Spain hiking the Camino de Santiago, and having a great time doing so. The few people who follow my site know that I have been up to, well, next to nothing.
It’s been all quiet on the Wandering Sasquatch front, as I have spent the last 13+ weeks in Cincinnati taking care of my parents’ house & mine and Kim’s dogs. (For those of you who are curious, yes, there have been some significant Sasquatch discoveries lately – including the discovery of angel Sasquatch DNA! – which I will write about very soon.)
Well, all that is about to change, as I am ready to hit the road again.
As Kim finishes up the Camino, I’ll be heading to southern Spain, volunteering at an alojamiento rural called Balcon del Cielo. It’s just outside the small mountain town of Trevelez, in the Sierra Nevada national park.
While I don’t really know yet what I will be doing while volunteering, I am excited to get there and begin. I know it is run by a couple who are pursuing their dream of running their own business & I can help them in that. Also, it’s in a national park, so it’s a good bet that I will spend most of my free time exploring the surrounding mountains.
And lastly, it’s in Spain. While it doesn’t reunite me with Kim just yet, it puts us in the same country. We’ve been apart for nearly 4 weeks now, which is the longest we have ever gone being apart from each other since we began dating 11 years ago. At least I know that there won’t be an ocean separating us any longer.
And so I’m off to the land of olives and wine (that’s Spain’s national motto, right?). My Spanish is terrible at best and I can’t wait to get all of the crazy looks when I ask someone “where is I can to find the station for buses” or some other horrible attempt at speaking another language.
(And my apologies go out to Marco who, over a year ago, was my Spanish instructor for two weeks in Banos, Ecuador. The brutality with which I speak Spanish is not a reflection on your teaching, but rather a statement of how damn hard it is to learn a new language in your mid-30s.)
So the next time you hear from me, I will be in Spain, sticking out like a sore thumb, because I’m pretty sure wearing a bushy red beard & flannel shirt is even less common in Mediterranean Spain than it is in the mid-western United States.
Hasta luego, comrades.