Kapoho Hawaii
After traveling for three days, we made it safely home last night. Craig and Suzan, our very dear friends, picked us up at the Hilo airport and delivered us to our corner of paradise. Suzan made some delicious potato soup for us, as she knew our fridge was empty. Since we left for our adventure across Spain only a few days after the power was restored from hurricane Iselle, we didn't stock anything. I don't think our refrigerator and freezer have ever been that empty.
Speaking of hurricanes, Hurricane Ana decided to skip the state, but has given us plenty of rain, along with some strong winds this morning. The few neighbors I've spoken with today were very concerned that Hurricane Ana was on a path to pay a visit to our Puna communities. The forecasts included 20' waves to be created in the hurricane surge. That is extremely frightening information to the low laying communities along the coast of lower Puna. To our great relief, Ana turned to the west and steered her eye away from Hawaii.
I can hardly recommend walking El Camino de Santiago as a weight loss program. John lost 40# before we left and looked great as we headed out of here. I was at my standard of hovering around 142. This morning we both weighed in and have each lost about 2 pounds while we were gone. Our overall shapes have changed, having moved some of the fat cells into the muscle variety. John tells me he can see my leg muscles when I walk across the room now and that I actually have bicep muscles showing off. Who knew that using trekking poles for most of the 775 km would work out my arms?
The only explanation for not losing weight, like so many other people do while walking the Camino, is that pilgrims are well fed and get wine at every meal. We enjoyed the wide variety of local food across the nation of Spain. I surely enjoyed the local wines. We also walked more slowly than most of the other walkers. Now we must adjust to our old eating patterns again. Tomorrow morning we will hit the Pahoa Farmers Market, our usual Sunday pre-church shopping spot, to get stocked up on fruit and veggies.
Having never flown from Europe to Hawaii, I'm not sure if we are suffering from traditional jet lag, or if we are simply exhausted. Perhaps it's both. Morning came at a very early 3:30 AM, therefore, I am assuming our bodies will take a few days to swing back into our time zone. What I am quite sure about is that I'm moving at half speed. Walking, steps, getting up and down from a chair, are all done at half of my regular pace. My body, especially my poor feet, hurt. Once my feet are happier, I think I'll be able to pick up my pace.
It's good to be back at our home, sweet home. For the next few days and weeks, I'll be pondering our trip. The pilgrimage gave me a chance to reflect, but I hope that being home will help me process all of the thoughts, blessings and challenges. 
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