Saint Jean Pied de Port . First day of Camino

At long last.. We are here.. The gateway of the Camino... The French way at least.

Morgan was so full of beans, so excited today as we wandered round the town. 

And Fab... Its supposed to snow tomorrow. The temperature has taken a real dive here. Brrr.. Looks like we will be walking the 'low' road up the Pyranness. ( all that really means is that we have a hell bit at the end.. Nearly vertical..) 

This is the line up outside the Pilgrims Office in Saint Jeans. ... And its not even "season".

This is the main street where hundreds tomorrow morning will trek up and through the archway.

Along the way are fountains for pilgrims to drink from. Straight from springs, the water is always chilled and sweet. 

The shell is a constant emblem of the way. It represents St James and reminds pilgrims of the baptism rites conducted ( or so I read in the church here)

Panarama shot of the walk ahead.. Doesnt look that bad?? Ha ha..

The gateway we will walk through tomorrow.

Us checking out the first bit of the route. 

Off to our Pilgrimage

This is crazy arse.. But I'm actually feeling a bit nervous.. Sick even.. On the eve of our trek.

I'm sure that once we get there I'll be fine.. Get into the groove and it will all settle into place.

Its a mixture of the whole letting go letting flow- 2 months with no real plans except to walk and get to Santiago before the 18th of June.

With no plans... Morgan being in charge.. Not that I have any doubts what so ever with his knowledge or advice.. It will be a great step for him too, to have a leadership role. Miss Lilly is going to be in charge of our food stops, choosing when and what to eat.. And the budget every day on it!  Yep.. Homeschooling even out on the track.

So.. I'm sitting on the train on the way to the airport, with butterfies rumbling round as Ive not experienced for a long time.  There so sense of forboding or danger.. Just nervous.. I guess of feeling alone.. 

I know I am surrounded by love, and feel strengthened by that....i guess I am missing the warm arms of love as well.

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