What a whirlwind. I feel like Dorothy, like I’m in a dream of some sort, and that the tornedo has picked me up, swirled me around and dumped me in a strange land.
I’ve followed the path to my destination and I’ve shared time with some interesting characters along the way. I’ve found courage, my brain has expanded and my heart has opened. Still waiting for wisdom as the wizard does not seem to exist.
my six months in Spain has obviously come to an end and the return home to Australia has been an interesting one. The culture shock is enormous and as anticipated, I’ve had to navigate through some interesting and difficult shit!
The problem with returning home is that life just goes on around you. People are happy to see you again but they are not interested in where you’ve been and what you’ve done. They can’t possibly understand it and it leaves you feeling quite isolated. I didn’t travel with a friend or partner so I have no one to say ‘remember this?’ Or ‘wasn’t it funny when?…’
I have sold up and moved to queensland, so although the road trip up here was fantastic fun, I need to stop a while and rest. There has been no wicked witch involved and no flying monkeys,
but the adventures are certainly memorable and so worthwhile. Camino friendships provided me with wonderful overnight stays and I am ever so grateful to you all. 🙏🏼💜.
So here I am in the Emerald City. Life is changing yet again for me as our family awaits the birth of a new baby and I get to witness my grand daughters achievements and growth. Family time awaits and I will settle in and contemplate what has perhaps been one if the best years of my life. For now I will take time out and write my next epistle.
Santiago remains deep in my heart but it is nice to be home, appreciating the journey of courage, love and mind space that the “yellow brick road” (or in this case, the “yellow arrows” took me on.