Transit is a trying time for a pilgrim. I want to begin, yet I have to get there first. Denver - Charlotte - Miami.... 36 hours... onward to San Paolo (I had to check; earlier I thought I was going through Rio) - finally, if all goes well, I'll arrive in Buenos Aires, get to the Santuario San Cayetano and begin the pilgrimage. I'm biding my time for the prolonged hours in Miami.
I was quite preoccupied with buttoning up the pilgrimage I led to Chimayo, which included writing a book describing the route. [Visit caminotochimayo.blogspot.com to find the link to Tattered Cover Press for El Camino del Norte a Chimayo.] Now, my focus is shifted and affixed on my style pilgrimage: walking village to village through remote corners of the world toward a well-known destination.
The sketched plan for the first great segment has me crossing Argentina to Mendoza, over the Andes to Santiago, Chile, up the coast to the great desert, back to the mountains to enter Peru and aiming for Cuzco for Christmas. Even by my standards, it's ambitious and will require a pace of 45 km per day without a break; realistically, I'll need to up it to 50 km per day to enable me to take a few short days and in so doing, rest and repair as needed. The motivation of speed is not that I need to reach the Basilica of Guadalupe at a certain time, but more practically, I'm aiming to enter the jungles before the rainy season of spring. If I can't maintain the pace, I'll enjoy some other destiny. I've got to start with some plan in mind
By this time tomorrow, transit will be over; I'll have left mugginess and humidity behind and step out in late winter under the skies of the southern hemisphere. I'll try to blog when I can and ask people to post the photos they take of me so everyone knows where I am.