I feel coming back home was the right decision on several fronts. One of these fronts is the possibility of sharing what I am experiencing not only in text, but in images and video. If I can do this from home on my portable keyboard and my phone, I will be good to go when I’m walking.
Yesterday I went to the bank because I might need to open a Spanish bank account in order to be paid. The clerk told me my case was “special” because I don’t have my residency card yet, but a paper that states it will be expedited in two weeks time. He told me to come back at the end of the following week to see if they will fast-track me.
I wasn’t let down. A week is a perfect amount of time for all the things I want to do.
I want to write a couple of emails to the people with whom I am spiritually indebted, for this walk and for life in general.
I want to replace some heavy items with lighter or better ones. I use my MacBook charger as a phone charger, but a proper phone plug will be much lighter.
I want to wait for the sensation of being pulled into the journey rather than using it as an escape from my current reality, which is utterly strange, because when I see it objectively, it is wonderful. In the words of Facundo Cabral: I’m not depressed, I’m distracted.
