This morning we left Madrid, with much anxiety. I'm not really sure were it came from, but it was very present.
I thought that an hour and a half was ample time to get downtown to the train station. That was a misconception. We had time to spare at the airport train platform, but ended up running through Attocha Station. We asked directions from several people (and here's where it would have been in my best interest to have spent more time with Rosetta Stone), and BARELY made it into the train. I'm talking doors-are-closing-one-of-us-might-not-make-it close.
The language barrier is hurting us more than we anticipated. I know others have mentioned it, but I just thought everything would be fine (for us). We've traveled all over the world, and never really had an issue...until now. So that added to the anxiety. So did the oh-my-god-what-are-we doing fear.
We have been training out bodies for months, but mentally??? Let's just say, It's all sinking in now.
Fast forward 8 hours.
We are safely tucked in bed in St. Jean Pied de Port, France. We had a lovely dinner paired with a nice red wine.
Because we arrived so late in the day, we have decided to spend tomorrow here. We will start our trek across the Pyrenees the following day.
Needles to say, our nerves have calmed down, and we are starting to enjoy our Camino. But then again, maybe that's the wine talking. Until tomorrow.
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