El Camino…to the grocery store.

A great thing about spending a week with family is that you can share responsibility for watching over sick and injured kids. Not that I want my nephew to be sick of course, but his having the flu has meant that between aunties and uncles I have been able to leave the house. Thank goodness. Yet as we approached one week since Lana hurt her leg I was feeling all the greater need to make excuses to get out of the house. Both for my sanity as well as for an opportunity for her to test her leg. So on the one week anniversary we ventured out on a walk to the grocery store. We can easily get there on a free bus, but really, this is a much more fun way to get there.

Let me show you how we roll. First we walk across the parking lot of our condo complex. The pavement is heated. I know that sounds ridiculous. It’s not like you can feel being emitted from below your boots, but there is never any ice on the drive. That is awesome.

We took poles to help us will the hill. That was our reason, but we did also want to feel as cool as Auntie Diane and Ti Zé who go on ‘real’ caminos.

As soon as we hit snow those poles came in handy. My husband is already having a difficult time with my daughter’s injury, if she were to fall again he might just lose the rest of his mind. And speaking of my husband, he skied right past us. He did ask if we wanted to wait for him, but my thinking was me might lose our momentum if we stopped. So off we went.

So on we went…

The snowball fight initiated by my daughter is a good sign that her leg is feeling better.

Then we walked up hill. It isn’t too easy, but it’s manageable with good boots (Lana has on mine, thank you very much:)

Do you see the car at the top? That’s the parking lot of the grocery store and the town center. We all made it in one piece. And there you have it. Our camino to our little grocery store.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2 thoughts on “El Camino…to the grocery store.

    • We actually took the bus home. It was too risky to have Lana slip down the hill. I want to get out of this house!!! Lana and I walked there again yesterday. This time, not a complaint. Nuno stayed back at the house. This time Lana took the bus home alone. I escorted her to the bus stop and the told the bus driver she where she was headed. This was of course more for my peace of mind. She was feeling very grown up.

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