So, it turns out the journey of a thousand miles begins at the boot store. Finding hiking boots that don't injure my feet grows from a nagging worry to a full-on spiritual crisis.
I, too, am disappointed by the lack of diagnostic foreplay (those French, so sure of themselves) - Seattle boot guy sounds dreamy.
While I am fascinated by the unfolding of your journey, Adam, I'm also realizing that any pretensions I once had of also making the pilgrimage have gone the way of my once fond wish to adopt a donkey: out of the question. Weeks on end? Egad. I was imagining a breezy walking holiday. I needed this low-down to bring me to my senses.
Also, I'm either not paying close attention or haven't yet arrived at the reason you decided to make the journey, not for extreme piety I think I remember your saying, but your motivation is escaping me at the mo, perhaps I should go back and review.
Ok, I’m not sure if this is a compliment or not, but I just read your comment to my wife and daughter and they said “he writes like you.” Again, not sure on the compliment department. I hope your evening is still intact.
I love that you were thinking of doing the walk “old school” donkey-gangsta style. If it wasn’t for a VERY strong Friday night pour on this Manhattan, then something or other… no idea where that was going Anyway, something about a donkey…
No, not piety. Let’s nip that in the bud. Let’s say my S2000 was not doing the midlife trick.
No need to go back and review. Egad. But it was quite the experience. Hopefully I captured some of it.
Are they cutting off my internet? What did you hear?
We are in Sitges, rhymes with beaches, of which we have many. Unfortunately, my galactic-level of pinkness only allows me to sun myself by the light of the moons of Saturn.
I assume your women-folk meant it as a compliment, and so I will take it as such.
Re: mid-life crises, I'm on my third, they get stranger. ;)
I, too, am disappointed by the lack of diagnostic foreplay (those French, so sure of themselves) - Seattle boot guy sounds dreamy.
While I am fascinated by the unfolding of your journey, Adam, I'm also realizing that any pretensions I once had of also making the pilgrimage have gone the way of my once fond wish to adopt a donkey: out of the question. Weeks on end? Egad. I was imagining a breezy walking holiday. I needed this low-down to bring me to my senses.
Also, I'm either not paying close attention or haven't yet arrived at the reason you decided to make the journey, not for extreme piety I think I remember your saying, but your motivation is escaping me at the mo, perhaps I should go back and review.
Ok, I’m not sure if this is a compliment or not, but I just read your comment to my wife and daughter and they said “he writes like you.” Again, not sure on the compliment department. I hope your evening is still intact.
I love that you were thinking of doing the walk “old school” donkey-gangsta style. If it wasn’t for a VERY strong Friday night pour on this Manhattan, then something or other… no idea where that was going Anyway, something about a donkey…
No, not piety. Let’s nip that in the bud. Let’s say my S2000 was not doing the midlife trick.
No need to go back and review. Egad. But it was quite the experience. Hopefully I captured some of it.
Where are you in Spain? (Right?)
Hiccup…
Please lmk before they cut off your internet.
Are they cutting off my internet? What did you hear?
We are in Sitges, rhymes with beaches, of which we have many. Unfortunately, my galactic-level of pinkness only allows me to sun myself by the light of the moons of Saturn.
I assume your women-folk meant it as a compliment, and so I will take it as such.
Re: mid-life crises, I'm on my third, they get stranger. ;)