That’s what makes America great!
It was too hot to hike, so I laid in bed listening to Awaken Online: Catharsis, an audiobook that got really good reviews on Audible. I Love it.
And I bought shit online.
One such thing that I bought is my plane ticket to Spain. I decided to buy it now because I was worried the price would go up. It cost $566 which ain’t bad I guess.
I bought a round-trip ticket to Santiago, that’s where my walk ends. I can bus it to the airport in less than an hour for my flight home. No fuss, no muss.
On the way there, however, I have a layover in Madrid which works out perfectly since I can hop out at Madrid and take a domestic flight to St Jean Pied de Port for $66. I found a small airport next to St Jean Pied de Port, I swear that airport wasn’t there last time I hiked the Camino.
I’m already dreading it…..the hike. I leave October 10th and come home November 19th which leaves me with plenty of time to complete it. It just sucks, having to do it again.
Okay, we all know how lazy I am, right? I’m fucking lazy. I worked today for a total of 20 minutes and for the rest of the day? Nada. I woke up at 12 noon and listened to my audiobook for about 8 hours. After the 8 hours, I bought a plane ticket to Spain so I don’t have to exercise or diet on a regular basis. I can lose the weight all at once in one month.
I’m too lazy to exercise so I’m hiking 500 miles across Spain. That makes about as much sense as me starting my own business because I don’t want to work anymore.
I’m accomplishing more as a lazy person than I’d ever hope to accomplish as a productive one, that is, aside from having babies and getting married. You either do or you don’t with those things, there’s no in-between. You can’t push a baby back into your uterus and I believe in only getting married once, otherwise, what’s the point? It’ll be like dating with a shared bank account. No thank you.
My Aunt Marie died Monday morning. If they did an autopsy, it would conclude she died from a drug overdose that the hospice kept pumping in her. She would’ve had a few more weeks, if not months – years even, if not for all those meds. But she couldn’t live with the pain.
These next two days are going to be hard. Wake and the funeral split up in two days.
She’s why I’m hiking the Camino again, really. Life’s too short.