After eight weeks on the road (six walking the camino de Santiago solo), I can confidently say, my husband is the most attractive person in the room, last night we went dancing, of which there is no photographic evidence, but I offer this photo of Tony in The Anchor on the River Cam, as proof of his gorgeousness.
Filtering by Tag: Dare
Lloyd Niccol's dare - put away technology and complete a drawing every two hours.
I loved this dare, it made me step outside my 'everyday' attitude and pay attention to my surroundings . It also made me realise I am a little rusty in the drawing department. Drawing is just like any other discipline, continually using your skills keeps them well oiled and ready to be deployed, letting them sit on a shelf risks atrophy setting in. The great thing is with practice, latent skills can be revived. And just like walking an eight hundred kilometre pilgrimage - the secret is - get up everyday and focus on the thing that you want to progress, the thing that is of value to you. This may indeed be my absolute 'take home' lesson from the camino.
Kate Mitchell dare - Tell some one you care about then and really say what you mean
Nick Earle's dare - sing a whole verse of a favourite song in a market or on a train
I did these two dares by singing 'You're just too good to be true,' to my husband whilst travelling on the overground train from Kings Cross Station to Hitchin.
Well, I did this dare almost accidentally when I asked for an empanada, (Spanish Pie) at a lovely little deli in Santiago. The delicatessen, spoke to me in Spanish and when I answered "no able Espanol," he said, "oh English," in a very strong London accent, which surprised me and I laughed and replied with, "Oh great, I can speak to you," and he replied again in that surprising Londoner's accent, "Of course you can." Well a conversation blossomed from those few words and I discovered I was about to eat cod and raisin pie, a dish I had never tried which he told me was his mother's favourite. it was indeed delicious and I went back to tell him how much I enjoyed it and he taught me in how to say....I like the cod and raisin pie very much in Spanish,
"Me gusta la empanada de bacalao con pasas"
and indeed I do. When I left Santiago to get a plane to Heathrow in London I went back to say good bye and the delicatessen's mum pressed on me several pieces of fruit for the journey. How quickly new friendships are formed and sharing someone's favourite food is a great kick start to a relationship, a little like laughter being the shortest pathway between two people, enjoying shared food is a short cut to community and friendship. A lovely reminder of these two truisms.
Shaun Tan Dare - order a coffee,a double shot latte without using words, use sound effects instead.
My whole camino has been a series of commercial exchanges that rely on body language, pointing, miming, making animal noises to get beef rather than pig. The first half of the camino I only ate what I could point to, after two weeks eating the same 'visible foods' I learnt to ask for fried eggs and chips and if you've ever seen the movie Shirley Valentine, you'll know why I felt like an English tourist. However, ordering the latte using only sound effects proved beyond me. Double dare coming up.
An overheard conversation, in a gallery in Santiago de Compostela
The first time I killed someone I was fifteen. I wanted her money so I slashed her with a knife. I slashed her belly and her back fifty times. I'm good at killing people. If someone wants to become a professional killer, I can teach them but I test them first. It's important to test them, if they don't kill, then I kill them. I've been in jail six times, I never say who hired me to kill people, it's part of my loyalty to take the blame. It's not easy, but it's not hard to kill someone once you have a gun in your hand. Sometimes I work for the government, they want someone to disappear and we make that happen. We tell the police to clear a space, maybe ten minutes, maybe a couple of hours, then we do it, in that space. I'm a professional. There's a lot of research we have to do, it's not emotional, you research the person, make a plan and then you kill them, that's it, it's your job. I've become hard, I can only love my woman, my child and my mother. I can't care about anyone else, it's kill until you get killed. I got into this because my father never gave me any attention, he was always spending time with my cousins. But now I am head of my gang, I'm respected. Maybe I will retire one day, but for now this is how I make money. It's hard where I live to make money, the economic situation is hard. I'm skilled at killing, it's my profession. Once I got fifteen thousand quetzals to kill someone, they were important, that was good money. I don't always get that much, it depends on who the person is and how hard it will be. I have no limits, I will do anything that you pay me to do. That's it.
Use a page from the local paper to make a hat - wear it in public for an hour.
Fellow pilgrim and engineer Naomi (great name) made me a paper hat from La Voz de Galicia. I wore it for an hour (feeling foolish) while Madrid played Barcelona on the TV in a bar in Alburgue Buente. Once again, no one else in the bar cared or objected, although I did see a few eyes looking, very briefly at my fine hat but making no comment. We really have so much more liberty than we think we do, to act and look however we fancy. Although I am sure people connected to us may be more discerning, strangers care not one jot. It is our own self- consciousness that traps us, perhaps by the end of the camino I'll be brave enough or crazy enough to get that Mohawk that Phil Beadle has offered as a double dare. Time will tell.
Completed 6pm - 6pm. I didn't think I could do it as my only connection to friends and family back home in Oz is via the internet. But I survived and when I logged on, at the start of the twenty fifth hour I was presented with 27 emails, 25 of which were junk mail. Ummm, must do something about that when I get home .
It was hot walking today and I spotted Anne walking with a sun umbrella and immediately got umbrella envy. Well, come lunch time when I shared my dare but not my umbrella envy, I was offered, can you believe, the loan of an umbrella. Exactly what I had told the universe I wanted about an hour before it materialised. To make the story even more delightful, Eric (the umbrella loaner) and I rigged up a hands free method of keeping the brolly up so that I could walk using my walking sticks and simultaneously enjoy the shade provided by the brolly. That afternoon we ran into Anne, the original source of my umbrella envy, and set her up with the now patented hands-free, brolly set-up with which she was delighted. Once again the camino truth and dare project facilitated a whimsical, maverick, emblematic moment of authentic engagement and synchronicity.