Day Zero!

So the day has dawned! I am flying to Madrid this evening out of O.R. Tambo airport, Johannesburg. My bag is packed and feels light as a feather - even took a little walk last night carrying the pack and it feels great. I don't know what it weighs, but it is lighter than when I practised. Confraternity of St James badge sewn on (badly I'm afraid, as sewing is not my strongest point). Hope I'm not leaving anything crucial behind! My first-aid box will make a doctor proud - I figured that if I take something for every condition known to mankind, I'll be healthy;-)

Did opt to leave the sleeping bag. It is heavy, and there is an opportunity for me to get it when my friend joins me October. Instead taking a liner and a light blanket from when South Africa hosted the 2010 Soccer World Cup, so I'll be reminded every day of a time when the South African nation pulled together in unity for once.

Still in two minds as to whether I should take my other pair of shoes. And whether I should take my good camera as well as the little one I bought especially for this trip. I miss the solidity of my trusted Canon, but it is heavy and bulky and I can only take one lens anyway. All the choices!

Most importantly, I feel like a traitor leaving behind husband Louis, my animal children and sister and mother. And all the doubts - will I make it? Will Louis eat enough? Will I find my "way"? Ad infinitum and nauseam.



Louis and dog "children"



Zack waiting for us to decide which way to go