It was nine years ago today…on my 50th birthday…that I launched this blog with a post called Giving Up Greece or Why I Started This Blog. And I did it with a bang. Announcing my intent to quit my job, sell everything, buy an RV and travel for the foreseeable future. Today, my 59th birthday, the bang isn’t quite as big and dramatic but still significant. My next big thing…drum roll please…I’m going to walk the Camino de Santiago in 2026.
I’m going to walk the
Camino de Santiago in 2026.
I’ve been thinking about and planning—off and on—since 2021 this next big adventure. In general, I’ve been obsessed with doing a long-distance hike ever since I read the book Wild when it was released in 2012. A side note: the Pacific Crest Trail (PCT) remains on my bucket list. So, this adventure is a long time in the making.
For longtime blog readers, you may remember I even mentioned the Camino de Santiago once before. It was at the beginning of 2021. By then, I’d lost Solstice, the Supersize Dog. And, I knew Kitty, the Supersize Cat, wasn’t long for this world. I’d lose her by the end of that year.
The post I refer to answered the question, “What travel did I want to try that I couldn’t as a pet owner?” I wrote about international travel and about international volunteering. Tucked into the former: the Camino de Santiago.
What’s in a Name?
I still vividly remember sitting at my dining room table in Alaska one Saturday morning, coffee cup at my side, colored pencils and paper spread out in front of me. My mission that day was to name my new RV life adventure.
From the beginning, one thing was certain. I didn’t want the name to mention an RV or RV life. Even though I was changing my whole life to go RVing, I always knew—or hoped anyway—the change I was making was bigger than buying an RV. I wanted the name to outlast RV life if RV life turned out not to be forever. I wanted it to be a reflection of striving for more—a big life, a supersize life.
And after a few weeks, I came up with Downsize Living, Supersize Life. Downsizing was an early first step in living an RV life.
Downsize Living
I downsized to the Big White Van (who never took to her name, Violet—see last week’s post if you don’t know what I am referring to) and a 24’ travel trailer. I carried only the essentials. Downsizing took a couple of years and it was a massive, at times overwhelming, undertaking.
When I was done, it didn’t seem possible to downsize further. But walking the Camino de Santiago means downsizing to a backpack. Yep, everything I need for the journey must fit in a backpack. A backpack not too heavy as I intend to carry every step of the way.
I’ve heard others say there is something incredible about the experience of realizing how full life can be when your day-to-day existence boils down, simply, to a backpack and a good pair of shoes.
What is the Camino de Santiago?
In short, the Camino de Santiago is an ancient pilgrimage the faithful walked to Santiago de Compostela, Spain, to visit the Cathedral de Santiago where the bones of St. James are believed to be held. Today, people walk for a plethora of reasons–religious, spiritual, physical or just because.
Pilgrims have walked The Way (translation: the camino) for more than twelve hundred years. Before modern transportation, pilgrims started from their front door. Today there are about 20 “main” established routes.
This map shows the seven post popular Camino routes.
The most popular route is called the French Way with 50% of pilgrims walking it and, in 2026, I will number among them. It begins in Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port, France. You go over the Pyrenees (making Day 1 the most physically challenging day) and across the whole of northwestern Spain. In total it is 500 miles and takes an average 33 days to complete with pilgrims walking 15 miles a day.
Camino Frances or the French Way.
After receiving the compostela, a certificate written in Latin that certifies a person walked a minimum of 100 km, at the Pilgrim’s office in Santiago, some pilgrims continue to the coastal towns of either Muxia or Finisterre, or both. Finisterre translates to “the end of the world.” Back in the early days of the Camino, most believed the world to be flat. Thus making Finisterre, literally, the end of the world.
Walking to the End of the World
So, I am in the throes of planning, prepping and training to walk the French route.
The plan, as I write this, is to fly to Paris in mid-April and be a tourist for a couple of days (because if you are French and you’ve never been before, of course you must stop to look around) then take two trains down to Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port. I will stop at the Pilgrim’s Office to get the first stamp in my pilgrim’s passport. Pilgrims must get two stamps per day at various bars, churches and alburgues along the way to prove they walked. It is the document you present at the Pilgrim’s Office in Santiago to receive your compostela. The next day I will take my first official step on the Camino de Santiago.
My plan is to walk slower than average to truly experience everything along the way. I imagine getting to my alburgue (pilgrim hostel), showering, washing out my hiking clothes and then exploring the town. I want to take alternate routes which are often longer but lovelier. And, to assuage my fear of injury and bodily fatigue, I’m building in rest days.
For me, a day exploring Santiago and watching pilgrims rejoice as they reach the square in Santiago is a must. And from there, I’ll walk to Finisterre and finally to Muxia. In Muxia, depending on how long the rest of the journey takes, I’ll stop for a couple days to a week. Days of quiet reflection.
I plan, at this point anyway, to get myself to Madrid (a bus back to Santiago and then a train to Madrid) and find my way home again.
So, although the Camino de Santiago’s French Way is 500 miles, in the end my camino will be a 600-mile journey.
Feel the Fear and Do It Anyway
I remember the morning of my 50th birthday sitting at my computer feeling absolute terror to be public with my intent. I was nervous about having a blog when I knew nothing about websites or algorithms or optimization. And, I was nervous about RV life when I knew nothing about RVs, RV maintenance, traveling, adventuring. None of it.
But I told myself if other people figured it out, certainly I should be able to.
Today, I stand at the same point on a different journey and feel exactly the same way. Absolute terror. Fear I’m not fit enough to get up and over the Pyrenees or up the mountain to O’Cebreiro (steepest climb and second physically hardest day), not young enough to find fun in sleeping in alburgues with strangers, not spontaneous enough to undertake an adventure where each morning I do not know where I will lay my head at night, not confident enough to navigate mass transportation in two countries whose language I do not speak.
But, mostly, I fear failure. It’s hard to admit. But fear of failure is what keeps me up at night.
Nevertheless, on the day I turn 59, here I stand. Once again filled with fear but equally filled with the deep belief that I must do this. I must try. And if I fail—if my feet cannot carry me one million steps—I will return a little ashamed of myself but also, I hope, a little proud for the trying.
Here is the thing I take comfort in, the thing I repeat to myself. Over and over again. I did not know how to do a write a book, until I did it. I did not know how to live in an RV, until I did it. And, at the age of 1, I did not know how to walk, until I did it.
So, here I stand. I do not know how my body and mind and soul will walk 600 miles…until I do it.
Relevant Links to Other Posts You Might Enjoy:
- Obituary of a Supersize Dog
- Obituary of a Supersize Cat
- Non-RV and International Travel I Want to Do
- International Volunteering
- A Milestone, Two Things, and the Next Big Thing
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First of all Happy Birthday! 🎂🎈🎉🎊 My dad shares a birthday with you in heaven. I’m loving seeing you do something different! You got this. My brother in law is now on the last leg of his bike ride from Oregon to NY and back to Indiana. I admire you both. Since my back surgery I’m working on walking more but dealing with a shoulder injury. Progress with PT. I have an amazing therapist! I’ll be praying for you the whole way Sis! Love and admire you!
Thank you, sis. That’s awesome I share a birthday with your dad. I am so nervous about this next adventure but, like I said in the post, I figure people older than me, less fit than me have done so there is not reason I shouldn’t be able to complete it. Still, when I think about walking 600 miles, I panic a bit. Oregon to NY is a long bike ride, indeed. Sending you good and healing thoughts for your back and shoulder. Thanks for the years of support and kindness.
Happy Birthday Cousin!!
With much love, admiration and a whole collection of emotions for and about you!!
What an awesome plan you are planning!!
So happy for you in this next adventure. I’m so excited for you and will be with you in spirit through your words and photographs.
Love you to the moon and back…..
Jena
Thank you!! You will definitely be with me in spirit. Love you back!
Happy birthday, Debbie!
Thank you my friend.
Debbie. Congratulations on picking your next adventure. I too have started the same journey as you. Bought my first Oliver hull 275 not knowing anything about rv life or towing etc. But I studied and worked on if until it has become a natural thing to do.
As for El Camino, I have done parts of it and have been to Santiago de Compostela numerous times and it does have a magical vibe that I’m sure you will experience. I never went to the hostels along the way but stayed in quaint hotels which you will find and avoid the three worst parts of the hostels; the bedbugs, the snoring, and the shared bathrooms. Also sometimes when you arrive too late there are no more beds so I always had a hotel reservation for the next town. It might just bit a bit more expensive but for my purposes it was the best experience. Good luck and I continue to enjoy your journey
Hi Miguel. I loved hearing your have done part of the Camino. I completely understand what you mean with the albergues. It is also something I’ve worried a bit about. I may do a combination of both. I budgeted for a lot of flexibility based on such factors. I’ve also seen some alburgues that offer private (or with one other person) rooms. Less than a hotel but more than an albergue with lots of peoples. Hope your travel adventures are going well. Thank you!
Yes, Happy Birthday!
Wow, such an exciting and trepidatious endeavor! Love your reflections.
Looking forward to the adventure!
Take care,
Dean
Thank you, thank you, my friend!
Happy Birthday my friend! I just had to pause and share how absolutely proud I am of you. Do you remember the day we met, on the zip line? Watching you confront your fears that day took my breath away. You showed so much courage, you did it when you were scared and that my friend is a testament to your bravery.
Now, reading about your next adventure fills my heart with joy. You’ve come such a long way, and your journey truly reflects your growth, your strength and your determination. Every step you take is a testament to your resilience, and I admire you so much for that.
Keep shining your beautiful light, my friend! You’re not just capable of achieving your dreams; you’re actually doing it! So keep pushing those boundaries, and let the world see the amazing spirit that you are. I believe in you wholeheartedly! 🌟
I’m cheering for you from my little spot in the woods. You’ve got this!
P.S. don’t worry about the hostels, they’re safe, this old bag of bones fit right in.
P.S.S. Looking forward to your blog posts and this next incredible adventure.
Hello Vicki! I do remember that day. I’d forgotten how scared I was, unexpectedly so, and I also forgot about the big rain and lightening storm that started in the middle of our adventure. It was Chris who was also with us that reminded me of that. Thank you. Your words brought tears to my eyes. I still think about the time we spent together in Palm Dessert and driveway camping at your place in Washington. And, more recently, I have visited several McMenamins and the first time I ever went to one was with you guys. I miss seeing you but maybe someday soon I’ll make my way down to your little spot in the woods.
Happy Birthday special friend— you are unique, committed to your inner being and inner mental strength. You got this—one foot in front of the other and one day at a time. You have no hurries and no worries other than self-imposed.
I love that you are taking time to fully experience the villages and the language.
So very proud of you!
Happy 59th Birthday, and may you celebrate the next one with 600 mikes in front of you!
Thank you for the kinds words. One idea I’m playing is to ask people to send me a quote, a thought, an intention, words of wisdom, words of encouragement. I won’t read them but on the hardest days, I can pull out one for a little spirit boost. It’s amazing to think just before turning 60 I will have walked 600 miles. Hope you are enjoying retirement and life in Arizona.