Sitting here thinking about that is easy and what is hard. Of course, this varies hugely among folks. So, I’m talking about me here.
So many people never thought I’d make it to the end of my long walk up and over the Pyrenees in France and then across the breadth of Spain to Santiago de Compostela. I had plenty of doubts myself, never having done any comparable long-distance walking.
One thing that surprised me is how unexpectedly easy I found it. Sure, I was tired at the end of long walking days, especially during the first week or two when I was kind of training by doing and the sun was very hot. But I got into a groove and the days were altogether relaxing, invigourating and leisurely.
But now that I am back and trying to juggle a gazillion big and little things that all have to happen NOW, I can say that, for me, this is much harder. My memory plays tricks on me. Technology fails on all fronts. I try to pack for the next trip while I take care of all that has accumlated in my absence.
My pledge to myself, when I return from Egypt, is be to streamline, simplify, delegate, offload/upload whatever someone else can do better.
Maybe I should consider a career change – professional walker who blogs along the way.