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Soaking at Ligonde |
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Joe found a stream to soak in. |
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Find a soaking pan at the albergue! |
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San Bol has a wonderful pool for soaking |
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Soaking at Ligonde |
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Joe found a stream to soak in. |
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Find a soaking pan at the albergue! |
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San Bol has a wonderful pool for soaking |
Honestly, it's not a problem.
Trying to learn just a few important phrases in Castilian will be very helpful.
Try to learn the following (plus more if you can) and you should be fine:
Can you help me please?
Where is the bar?
Where is the taxi?
Can you call a taxi for me?
Where is the albergue?
What time does it open/close?
Is there a bathroom nearby?
Can I use the toilet?
How much does that cost?
Please
Thank you
One thing that will NOT help is asking your question in your home language S>L>O>W>E>R and LOUDER and assuming that will help!
MOST people along the Camino do speak a bit of English, German, French, but if you ask, they will say "No!" Think about it. Even if you speak high school Spanish, if someone asked you, "Do you speak Spanish?" you probably would answer, "No!" even though you DO understand and speak a bit. It's the same there. Just do your best. The locals will REALLY appreciate your effort and will do all they can to help you.
There will also ALWAYS be other pilgrims around who speak Spanish.
You'll be fine.
I promise.
This makes it real. We're going! And I just can't wait. This last couple of years have been trying for everyone, including me. So many roadblocks, but we've busted through them all and there's light at the end of the tunnel!
The new Credentials look like they were designed for people walking from Sarria to Santiago. Only one side of the accordian-style booklets have spaces for stamps. So if you are walking an entire route, you will most likely need a second Credential, especially since you will need TWO stamps every day from Sarria.
I finally, after much agonizing, research, and anxiety, got my first COVID vaccination. I chose the Pfizer. The only issues I had with the first round was a sore arm and some pretty impressive exhaustion on Day 2. Not looking forward to the second shot, but AM looking forward to it being over and being able to fly!
Joe and I each have a full group for 2022, and they seem like a great bunch of pilgrims! I have nearly all my reservations made, though not in the larger cities, which appear to be cautiously holding off until later in 2021 to book their 2022 rooms. In fact, Gite Makila, where I HAD booked rooms for 2022, asked me to cancel my reservations until later in the year. So I've been exploring the option of staying only one night in SJPP and staying in a Gite near Orisson on night 2.This means for the first 3 nights, we will stay in "regular" pilgrim lodgings instead of private rooms in SJPP, Orisson, and then Roncesvalles. Honestly, it sounds like fun and I think it would be a great way to begin our Camino. It would mean not having to rush on Day 1 - having a leisurely breakfast before walking. It would mean having the family style dinner with pilgrims from all over the world on Day 2. Then, again, a shorter walk on Day 3. Then, from Zubiri forward, we would switch to private and double rooms. We'll see how it goes. Several gites have been hurt by the COVID mess and lodgings at the bottleneck from SJPP are not as bountiful as they were before this all began. So we'll just make the best of it - like true Pilgrims - and "let the Camino provide!"
That's all the news for now. I'm in Dallas, Oregon, about 1.5 hours south of Portland and we're going to have two days of record-breaking 100-111 degree weather this weekend. CRAZY! So I'm hunkering down indoors and doing some more planning for 2022. It's making me want to walk sooner so don't be surprised if I don't take off for a few weeks this Autumn... the Camino calls...
My first hamburguesa!
I've always looked younger than my years.
I've exercised, watched my weight, and worked out.
My stomach has always been flat, right up until my breast cancer.
Now all that has changed.
Since my double mastectomy, I've had what most women survivors call a "Buddha Belly!" There is a layer of what I can only think is lymph fluid that has taken up residence right under my scar line. It looks like man boobs! And below that is a rounded gut that protrudes like a beer belly! And the frustrating thing is no matter how much I exercise, stretch, work out, the damned thing won't go away.
I guess at my age (68) I shouldn't worry about it, or about my appearance. I mean, I'm not in the market for a husband or even a partner at this point. But I do want to be and look my best, so it does bother me. Plus my clothes are tight around that protruding abdomen.
While finding, fighting, and surviving breast cancer was challenge enough, the resulting lack of estrogen from treatment seems to have fast-forwarded the aging process, and that's almost more difficult dealing with than fighting the cancer. My skin has aged 20 years. I've traveled my entire life and the roads I've traveled are nothing compared to the roadmap now residing on my face! I look in the mirror and see tucks and wrinkles and wonder, "What happened to you?!"
The REST of my skin is sagging too! I mean, what the hell!? When I bend over and look at my legs, they look like my grandmother's legs!
Then there's the arthritis, which came on with a roar while I was taking the Letrozole that was prescribed before and after my surgery. Letrozole is an estrogen blocker and it brings on old age in a matter of days, not weeks! Your skin ages overnight. Your mind gets foggy. You lose your balance. And Holy Hell, your joints become swollen and hot. It's a bitch, in a word! My feet were so painful at one point that I would cry putting them on the floor, even after a short rest.
It got to the point that I dumped the Letrozole. Whether or not that was wise is yet to be known, but it was so negatively affecting my quality of life that made the decision after about 6 months to quit. With my type of cancer, my ONCO score of zero, a biopsy done with a vacuum apparatus to keep cancer cells from spreading, paired with a double mastectomy, there's a very low chance of recurrence of cancer. For me, the side effects of Letrozole weren't worth the extra months it might give me to live in misery.
So now, why am I complaining about a Buddha Belly?
Well, because I'm a woman and I guess I'm more vain than I thought.
I remember myself being young, sleek, and in shape.
Now I feel (and look) my age.
And I don't like it.
Getting old isn't for sissies.
Nope.
However ...
I guess if a Buddha Belly is the price I have to pay for another 30 years of mornings waking up on this beautiful planet, another 30 years of enjoying my wonderful family, of traveling to new and exciting places, making new friends and learning to become a better person, then I guess I'm ok with it. I'll just keep moving, keep working out, walking, stretching, enjoying the sunrise and sunset, hearing the birds, watching my garden grow, walking the Camino, and being grateful for life. And I'll carry that Buddha Belly with me proudly. After all, it's a part of this body that fought like hell ... and won the battle of a lifetime.
"Peace, Belly."
"Peace."
Keeping my fingers crossed that 2021 is better.
So far, it's not looking like we will walk the Camino this year. We need to decide this month whether or not it is feasible. So far, the Embassy is requiring a Covid test 3 days before flying, which wouldn't be too much of an issue when flying FROM the USA. However, the USA is requiring the same test 3 days before flying home, and this could be a difficult task.
Joe and I have discussed this, and it's looking like we may simply put off our next Camino until Covid restrictions have loosened up, possibly next Spring. It's sad we are not able to travel during Holy Year, but to me, EVERY year is a Holy Year when walking to Santiago. Also, by next season, I'll better be able to hire someone to stay with my mother while I walk with the group. We will make a final decision this month.
In the meantime, I'm looking back through my posts those few days we walked the Via de la Plata and looking forward to picking up again where we left off. It will be the FIFTH time (I think?) that I have attempted to complete the VDLP. Isn't that crazy?
Healthwise, I'm doing great! I'm enjoying Dallas, Oregon. I am missing my van and really don't want to spend another cold winter here in Oregon, but otherwise all is well. The doctor did discover Basal Cell Carcinoma on my chest above my scar last week, and I'm set for MOHS surgery next Thursday. Otherwise, except for being constantly exposed to my mother's cigarette smoke cloud, I'm doing fine.
I have wild turkeys coming by every morning and evening - the neighbors don't like them, but I find them delightful!
The other exciting news is that I got a HUGE screen shot as an extra in the upcoming movie starring Frances McDormond, NOMADLAND. Here is a trailer on You Tube. It's up for an OSCAR! It should be out in February.
I want to apologize to anyone who commented on my posts while we were walking earlier this year. For some reason, Blogger didn't notify me that I had comments and I just (literally) found them today! TEN MONTHS LATER! Sheesh! I am SO sorry! I will try to figure out why I'm not being notified. But thank you so much for following me.
I guess that's all the news for now.
Stay safe, friends, and lets pray for a better 2021.
Love and Buen Camino,
Annie
Well, it's almost Thanksgiving! Wow, how time flies when you're having fun.
For those who have been asking how I am:
I've been off the Letrozole now for two weeks this past Wednesday and this morning was the FIRST day I've put my feet on the ground in the morning and not felt unbearable pain. My feet are still sore on the bottoms, but I'd say they were 50% better this morning. This is encouraging. Both hand felt like footballs, and my left thumb is still VERY painful, but I'm seeing light at the end of the tunnel and feeling I made the right decision to quit that nasty drug.
On Facebook, I belong to two groups of women who are taking Letrozole. I would say 90% of us are reporting the same horrendous side effects. At some point, I feel I had to choose between quality of life and quantity. With my type of cancer, the success in shrinking my tumor, the successful double mastectomy, and the research I've done telling me that honestly, this horrible drug may not give me more than a few extra months of miserable painful living, I'm perfectly happy with my decision to quit it.
I'm now on more of a plant based diet, but not totally. I'd say it's more Paleo. I am staying away from wheat grown in the USA and limiting my intake of meat. I ordered Italian wheat, and am making sourdough bread, but limiting how much I eat. I'm having a "many-fruit-smoothie" with fresh fruit in the mornings, a giant salad for lunch, and whatever the hell I want for dinner! I've cut back to one cup of coffee in the mornings, and I am putting a spoon of sugar in it as the erythritol and xylitol were giving me diarrhea and that tells ME that my body did not like them.
I am listening to my body.
I bought a rebounder and I'm using it every day. My mother isn't happy to have it in the living room, but tough bananas! It's staying!
I'm also doing healing meditations in the evenings.
I have a lipoma growing to the left of my spine near my neck. I feel it pressing on my spine and it aches. I believe it is what is causing my left arm to constantly go numb. I have a doctor's appointment in December and will do my best to get him to send me to have it removed. I have had it looked at before, and had it injected in Mexico one year, but it's continuing to grow. It could be what is causing the nerve damage which is causing the pain in my thumb, though I think THAT is from the Letrozole.
Emotionally, I'm feeling better. Happier. More positive. My mother and I seem to be reaching a place where we can at least get along. She is doing much more for herself now. My only complaint is that there seems to ALWAYS be someplace to go or something to do and I'd love just to have some days to myself. I will be pet sitting for my son for 3 blessed weeks in December and look forward to having some days to myself then.
I've been cleaning out a lot of my art supplies and selling them. I got rid of knitting supplies, polymere clay supplies, and several tins of colored pencils, just keeping what I think I'll use. I'd love to find someone to teach how to upcycle the Bratz dolls as I have many hundreds of dollars invested in that and have two bins full of dolls I really don't want to just give away.
Camino-wise, we are still waiting to see if our group will be able to fly. Waiting, waiting. My ex's flight from Georgia to Oregon for Thanksgiving was cancelled this past week, so I'm not too hopeful. But we're holding out until we know for sure, keeping our reservations until the last minute.
Life is good!
I'm alive!
I'm grateful for each day and looking forward to living to be 100!
Happy Thanksgiving to all!
Annie
Well, here we are in November.
Biden was just elected President.
Covid is still an issue.
The house in Oregon closed escrow.
I'm in Desert Hot Springs picking up the remainder of my art supplies.
The Camino trip is still on this year for Anniewalkers, though Joe will be taking the group as I'm taking care of my elderly mother for now.
My mastectomy scars are healing. I feel that "iron bra" less and less. Still some soreness, tightness, and a dog-ear at the end of my incision is driving me a little nuts, but otherwise, all seems well.
I'm having a lot of horrible side effects with the Letrozole the doctor wants me to take for 3 years. My feet are so painful, I want to scream when they hit the floor in the mornings. My thumb on the left is developing a trigger thumb. It's very swollen, hot, and painful. My skin is dried up like a prune and I'm losing hair. My memory is worse than it was before and I have a lot of brain fog. My emotions are all over the place. I feel like I woke up and was 90 years old. And so I'm considering quitting the Letrozole. In all the research I've found, there's no indication that it will really give me more years to live, and every indication those years I do have might be hell on this medication. I've tried cutting back on the dosage, which is the same whether you are a 6 foot woman weighing 220 or a 5 foot woman weighing 95 pounds. Cutting back really hasn't helped. I'm deciding this week what I'll do.
I've been reading Chris Beat Cancer and I think I'm going to follow his protocol. What I do know is this:
I thought I would update you about where I am and what I've been doing.
While I was camping in Klamath Falls, I got a call that my mother had fallen again. So I packed up the van and headed down to Central California. When I arrived, I was shocked at the sight of my mother, who was on the couch, very weak and frail looking.
After a bit of a discussion, the decision was made to sell her house in Hanford and move her up to Oregon where she would be closer to me and the rest of the family. Mom had actually spoken to a real estate agent the week before who had given her a price. I called a real estate agent, who came out the next day. She insisted she could sell the house in 24 hours and said she could get $20K more than the previous agent had said. I asked mom to give this lady 30 days, mom agreed, and we listed it.
I'll be danged if we didn't have an offer for her full price within 24 hours of the listing going live!
So... by myself, I packed up my mother's 4 bedroom 2 bath home, and rented a U-Haul truck. My youngest son flew down, and together with a neighbor, we packed up the truck. We had to leave a few things behind, but she was able to bring most up to Oregon, where we stored it all in my son's 2nd garage.
In the meantime, my son had found the perfect house here in Oregon and we put an offer on it contingent upon seeing it in person. We went to see it the day after we arrived, and fell in love with it.
Mom's house in CA closes escrow on Tuesday and the house here closes one week later.
Mom is doing a lot better here. She is eating better, but having difficulty swallowing and only weighs about 85 pounds. I have the name of a doctor here and am trying to get her an appointment set up for after we move into our house.
I'm doing "ok."
I'm definitely exhausted, but hanging in there.
Just a couple more weeks to get settled in and then I hope to get some rest. I was unable to continue with my Physical Therapy appointments but have tried to stretch and massage my incision here at home. I can tell that I need to do more, but right now, other things are more important, like getting mom settled in.
What a hell of a year it's been!?
It can only get better, right?
Here are some photos of our new home. The house is going into my name, so I won't be vanning for a while:
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Feeling Flat and Fabulous - Healing Nicely |