Because I’m a guy, I guess I felt the need to keep my game face on. So, in a trance, I locked my desk, said goodbye to my co-workers, many of whom would not be there when I returned, and went to the airport. In a strange way, being laid off felt right: like a decisive piece of punctuation between my life before and after the Camino. So I got on the plane, and many hours later arrived in Bilbao. Without pausing there, I took a bus to Pamplona, where I was to begin my walk.
My department, Graphic Services. Nice people.