Time to go

So I've been talking about this trip long enough, and today it finally begins. In a couple hours I jet off to Madrid, from where I'll immediately take a train north to Espinosa Villadegonzalo--the village where Naomi's Spanish family lives. Manolo and Montse, Maite and baby Sarah, will take me in for a few days. Then I'll continue north, maybe to Bilbao and San Sebastian for a day or two, then across the French border to Bayonne, then south to St. Jean de Pied Port--where I'll begin walking the Camino de Santiago.

I imagine there will be computers scattered along the pilgrim's path, and I will stop to use them. It occurs to me, though, that often when I first land in foreign places I become inarticulate--as if the language part of my brain is overwhelmed by all the new sensations. Hopefully, though, this malady will not have too much of a negative effect on my correspondence skills. We'll see.