Twelve months ago I flew 3,397 miles away from Boston, arriving at my final destination of Madrid nervous, jet lagged, and excited for the year I had ahead of me. I spent the first seven months studying in a Spanish university, and the next five cooping for a start-up called We Are Knitters.
Trekking in Nepal’s Himalayan Mountains is no easy task. Upon arriving at Kathmandu airport in the middle of the night, a staff member from Himalayan Healthcare ushered me into a car, temporarily relieving me of my large duffle-bag and trekking pack that contained the clothes and supplies I would have with me during the next month in the mountains where I would live in a tent without running water.
I couldn’t have been more relieved to finally walk into my Cape Town apartment. After travelling for more than 24 hours, missing one of my flights, and having to settle a miscommunication with my driver whom I could barely understand, I was more than exhausted; not to mention in desperate need of a shower and food that wasn’t made on an airplane.
My flight from Chicago arrived in Beijing International Airport on January 11, 2015 as the sun was starting to set. By the time I arrived at the school in the urban-rural fringe zone in Daxing District it was already dark.
It was in that moment that I realized that despite the different languages we spoke and the short amount of time spent together, we were still able to make meaningful relationships.
It was easy to believe that we weren’t really getting ready to depart as we sleepily climbed out of the beds we had fallen into just hours before (a last minute attempt on our parts to spend more time together). We were used to being tired, to packing our suitcases in a daze, managing once… Read more »
Here we are again, the final day of our Dialogue. A day full of intense concentration, writing, and tears as we all grudgingly write the final paper that marks not only the end of our course on pilgrimage, but our time together in Spain. Our final papers act as reflections of our time on… Read more »
Today is the day. It’s the day we have been waiting for, the day we have been moving towards for 11 days now. 150 miles later, today is the day we arrive in Santiago de Compostela, finishing the Camino. We woke up at 5:15 to start walking at 6. Our “Sunrise Walk” would allow us… Read more »
Do we have one day more or two? Right before dinner tonight I was talking to three women from Texas and they were taken by surprise on how little time we were spending in Santiago. One said she needed more time than that to readjust to the “real” world. The Camino has definitely been like a trip… Read more »
Manuel, our guide, is fluent in English and 5 other languages. And yet, today, on our longest walk thus far, it was clear that there are several Manuelisms that simply don’t translate. For example: “it’s mostly flat”, which he assured us as we began our ten-hour trek this morning. Yes, this is relative, as he… Read more »