Camino de Santiago, day 0.
Heavy dark clouds define the morning. A steady rain falls. Cool fog curls around the surrounding hillsides.
The two car train from Bayonne works a slow, meticulous route through the hills, the pace only adding to the tension. An adventure is about to begin and almost everyone on the train is going to be a part of it.
The excitement is stunning.
Somewhere around the half way mark, I realize that I actually have butterflies in my stomach. The walk we are about to embark on has been only a thought, a guess even, for the last year. Now, we’re just over forty days into an amazing journey and only minutes away from the starting point of what could be the most important leg.
As the train pulls into the final station, the excitement boils over. It’s no longer to come, it is here. We plunge out of the train doors and into the rain, our faces smiling at the realities in front of us.
Tomorrow the walk will begin. Today we feel home in St Jean Pied de Port.