I’m sitting in an airport restaurant drinking a ten-dollar Heineken waiting for a meal.
My head is still stuffed with constant noise from the flight from Winnipeg. Too much sensory input, I think. I was stuck beside a fairly hirsute guy with repeated loud belches, sneezes, and coughs who would break into song as well as other minor social infractions. At least he didn’t try to speak to me, he just sang along with XM radio. I miss Sandy and the kids already. On top of that, the travel makes it hard to focus on why I’m doing this; what the goal and destination is. Now though, I am thinking of the quiet of the Camino..