The Night I Told My Parents I Was Walking the Camino de Santiago...solo
I was sitting at the dinner table with George (my husband) when I finally said it out loud. "I'm doing the Camino de Santiago." Even now, I can still feel that moment in my body. The heaviness. The hesitation. The knowing that this wasn't going to land well. Because the truth is — I had been delaying this conversation for weeks, because I already knew how they would react. This Wasn't a Sudden Decision The Camino de Santiago had been calling me for three years. Suttle hints at first. Then persistently. Until it became something I couldn't ignore anymore — a pull I felt in my body before I could even explain it with words. For a lot of women in midlife, that's exactly how it starts. Not a lightning bolt. Not a dramatic breakdown. Just an insistent voice that keeps showing up. Whispering: there is more for you than this. But answering that call meant disrupting everything. My family. My routine. The role I had always played. So I ignored it. For a long time...