Apparently the first complexity of savouring the simplicity of the Camino is navigating the purchase of footwear. How hard can this be? Oh, how naive!
Off we head to a giant box-like sports store. You need to remember that within this context I have absolutely NO comfort zone. Dad's assistance was to keep repeating, "it's a personal choice". Unlike your father, if it were truly a personal choice I would be home on the couch reading! Also, unlike your father I don't have feet that are as wide as they are long. This indeed appears to be a problem when purchasing hiking shoes.
The well informed and pleasant sales person brought shoe after shoe after shoe, and not Un-like the wicked step-sisters, none were a fit. Finally she suggested we up the budget and brought out a pair priced at $179.99 (without taxes). Now, you have to understand that I once bought an entire Mazda for $200. Unfortunately they were a Cinderella fit. So, I took these babies for a run up the stairs. Also unfortunately I wasn't quite used to the "rocker technology" and I missed the last six stairs and ended up sprawled out on the landing. As the entire box-store let out a collective gasp Dad sat quietly off to the side rolling his eyes and trying on shoes.
Ok, when did shoes all of a sudden have "technologies"? Anyways, I'm re-learning to walk--becoming zen with a pair of shoes that should be diamond studded--soaking my bruises in the hot tub--and rejoicing that I have survived my first Camino adventure.
The plane tickets are bought. There is no turning back now.
You are Always in My Prayers. Love Mom.