It has been overcast for several days now, and I have been missing the sun shining on the cold dessert landscape. But this afternoon, driving over to town, I saw the Stillwaters shining in their snowy glory. The sky was gray and overcast, but there was a break big enough to cast light directly onto the peaks. They were covered in the snow from our recent storms and shining. Such a cheerful sight. I love the snow covered Stillwaters; the snow shows off the texture of the mountains. We don’t have mellow smooth rolling mountains out here in the west. We have wicked, rough peaks like rows of saw teeth or sharks teeth. They sometimes resemble broken teeth too. They are jagged and beautiful, something to look at.
The snow represents the new life that will come in the spring; a frozen life source that is desperately needed in the desert. Without the shining snow, the day looks gloomy, but without the snow, the flowers won’t be able to bloom either. Without the snow the springs, creeks, and ponds will dry up.
It is also a metaphor of our life too. The snow gives a glimpse of the ragged harshness of our lives. They are the days that don’t go our way or the times when life pulls the rug out from under our feet. But it also helps us remember that those days are brief. They will melt into the larger span of life. They will be insignificant in the bigger picture. But those days will also shape who we are. Without trial, we won’t learn. Without trial we don’t appreciate what goes well. Without trial life remains the same. The snow covered mountain peaks are all this and more.
They sooth my sole when the sun shines on the snow letting me know another season has come and the spring will be beautiful because of the frozen glory. When snow has come or the gloomy days pass with precipitation, I turn my gaze to the mountains for the affirmation of the change of seasons and the promise of water to come. Brighter days are the promise to come out of the gloom. I am thankful to live in such a place where the sun shines the majority of the year, and I know that soon it will be out to bring me new adventures. To see the snow into the spring at the tops of the highest peaks is a wondrous sight.
The day swiftly slipped into dusk as I made my way down the trail to my waiting car. Audible played Midnight Library on my earbud. In the background I could hear crickets. Ahead of me a dusty brown diamond head raised from the side of the trail. Being in mid-step, I could not detour. I tried to fly instead. Quickly my step turned into a leap as I flapped my arms all while screaming. I did not have contact with the snake.
It seams like every spring I have some kind of encounter with wildlife that I don’t particularly want to see. This is most often in the form of a snake. You would think that I would be more observant. And, I thought I was being safe. I watch the trail, especially this one in fear of tripping, so I should see the snake ahead of me, but I always miss them until I am practically on top of them. I am too focused on the trail right in front of me. I need to scan the area ahead and around as well.
Because of this I refreshed myself on what I should do if I actually get bit. I need to move away from the snake as calmly as I can, call 911, and if necessary keep walking, not running, toward my car or the road. The adrenaline and faster heartbeat is what moves the poison at a faster speed. So staying as calm as possible is what will help the most until help can be provided.
After this meeting with the snake, I watched much better scanning the brush and rocks in and around the trail. And because of this, I saw a little red and white snake slithering off trail into a pile of rocks. This is a much better encounter.
It is amazing how nicely our plans were developing. We have our passports, booked our flights, and reserved our rooms. We were talking about our packing lists and other online things we needed to be sure to do. We even considered the things we would leave at home and buy once we were on the trail. It was all smooth sailing for us.
Then I received the text from my daughter. The airlines we booked to get to Paris canceled our flight. They offered us one to get there the day after we were planning to arrive. This would not work for us because we would have to rearrange two weeks of bookings that took us over two hours to make. So the search began again.
We were afraid that the rates would have increased quite a bit from what we paid. We were also afraid that we would have to change entry locations. However, after some research, my daughter was able to find us a flight that would only cost $179 more than previously planned. This new airlines did charge us for the ticket and then for the seats though. It is interesting what we are learning about air travel in this day and age.
We now have an extra day at the beginning of our trip and will be touring Paris together. We will have to determine what we want to see there.
When talking about the trip, we decided that we wanted to plan as we went, only booking rooms the day before if we could. However, with the growing popularity of the Camino and the restrictions from Covid, we had heard that it would be best to reserve rooms at least in the cities and at the main starting points. So, that is what we did. We booked rooms for the first two weeks and the last one of our trip. Already there were places booked and some with limited space available.
We will be checking availability for the rest of our trip later on. We are hoping that we can leave the booking for when we are actually on the hike. This way we will be more flexible with when and where we stop.
In booking our rooms, we discovered that the prices are rising. We had been hearing that beds and rooms run from 10-20 Euros. However, much of what we encountered was about 30-40 Euros. Knowing this is helping up with our budgeting process. We are aware that if the room rates are increasing, everything else will be too.
Making the reservations has really shown us how much of our time we will be hiking. There won’t be many days to be sightseeing on either end of the trip. Since we had both been to Paris before, we didn’t feel the need to stay there long, so we planned for us to take the train to St Jean the very next day. Following that we will have our first day on the trail. We will take a short first day since it will be climbing for the entire section. On the other end of the trip, we will have a day to visit Santiago and a day at the ocean. That is, of course, if we keep to our schedule.
Recently I went on a work trip for a conference. I had hoped to exercise at the hotel’s gym while I was there, but I also knew that I don’t like to miss out on things. I packed my leggings, t-shirt, and shoes so I wouldn’t have that as an excuse. I kept preparing myself for working out in a gym which I don’t normally do.
The flight over took all day. We met at our school’s parking lot at 3:30 am and drove in to the local airport an hour away. The first flight was two and a half hours with a five hour layover before getting on the next flight for six hours.
My exercise that day was walking from the parking lot to our gate, walking around the airport during our layover, and getting to the bus. I was sore from all the confined sitting of the day. Getting ready for bed, I mentioned to my roommate that I might want to get up and exercise before breakfast and starting the conference. Then I looked at the check-in time and decided that I needed the sleep more. No exercising took place that day unless we want to count walking from meeting room to the next and the two block walk to dinner and back. I hurt everywhere and I was struggling staying awake in the meetings.
The following morning, I got up at 5 am, despite staying up until 2am talking with my roommate, and went down to the next floor to the gym. They had treadmills, ellipticals, weights, and various other equipment. I stepped onto the elliptical and found my rhythm. It was fantastic. Soon I forgot how early it was and just went for it. I forgot to bring my music or audio book, so I just thought to myself and peered down into the building across the road.
I felt much better the rest of the day. We even went out and walked around the streets for an hour before our next meeting. Though the flight on the following day was another long one, I felt much better sitting in the confining seats. I am going to have to be sure to exercise more often when I travel.
We have our tickets; the trip is real. Now the fears are setting in. They are just as real.
The fear of not being prepared is first and foremost. I am out of shape and I know it. Every day, I have great plans that seem to get waylaid for work or weather reasons. I am, as I have said before, a fair-weather hiker. However, with the end in sight, I need to get over that. I have found that if the plans aren’t overly specific, I will get something done. So, I will keep pursuing fitness and keep increasing my duration and stamina.
Another fear is that we might not be able to get into France or Spain because we didn’t do something correctly or that we don’t have a compelling enough reason to enter. We will continue to research and take everything step by step. Currently the question is whether or not we need to get a visa for the three countries that our trail will take us to.
As we move closer to the trip, we will work on each of our problems and milestones. This is one time fear will not stop us. We have a goal, a destination, and a determination. Between the two of us we can do this.
We did it! It’s official…sort of. Last week my daughter and I sat down via phone to look, on our perceptive computers, at airplane tickets. We are going to Europe this June to hike the Camino de Santiago. It’s real!
It was a little nerve wracking. We were searching the great Googleverse to find the cheapest tickets while also trying to determine if it was better to fly into Barcelona or Paris. We looked at the train times and the rates going to St Jean Pied de Port from each location. We have settled on Paris because the train has a shorter time than Barcelona the plane tickets were very close in price.
In looking for the tickets, we found that there are new restrictions for flying overseas. This is causing us some worries. France requires a vaccine card, a covid test three days before traveling, a health card, airplane tickets, a hotel room, and a compelling reason to enter. This later part is causing us to worry. Is hiking the Camino de Santiago compelling enough? We do have the option of changing our flight to Barcelona, but St Jean Pied de Port is in France. We might have to make other changes.
Since buying the tickets, excitement has encompassed my life. I want to tell everyone about it. The first time I saw a person I have hiked with locally, I had to tell them that it was official; we had purchased our ticket. I excitedly tell people in casual conversation that I am going to Spain this summer with my daughter. It is always fun to get to explain the trip and watch their reactions. It’s bragging, I know. But it also extends the excitement, and in the current social climate, I need to find something to keep the motivation up. There are enough stressors out there to weigh on me and my excitement.
Soon I want to cover the travel restrictions and what steps we must take to finalize our plans. I also want to weigh in on my health and things that have been developing. Eventually I will need to address accommodations and gear. Check back to see what is new.
How can I give 20% of class time to my students to work on their own projects? How can I trust that they will actually be working? I can’t answer this last question other than they have to check in each week and they have something big to turn in at the end of the semester. Sometimes we have to extend the trust to receive the behavior we expect. I can say that it is easy to give 20% of time to the students when I see that the project will be beneficial to them in the long run. This project will help build critical thinking, creativity, independent learning, and so many other skills. How can I not have the students participate in 20Time.
I know that this doesn’t tell you what 20Time is though. The way that I understand it is that Google gives 20% percent of the work week to the employees to work on their own projects. This helps develop creativity and often great things such as gmail come from it. The employees are harder workers and the work is given better attention. It helps the employer to let the employees have time away from their usual activities to pursue something that they choose to work on.
In class, this translates to giving most of one class period a week for the students to work on something they would like to learn to do or to develop an idea. We start the semester out with an explanation and some brainstorming to come up with ideas. Then they must pitch their idea to the class in a Shark Tank fashion. The audience gets three colors to vote whether the student pitching is allowed to work on the proposed idea or not. The remainder of the semester is spent with them doing the work and learning. And it culminates in final presentations showing the work over the course of the semester, the documentation, and the lessons learned from the project.
Besides working on the projects they choose, they are learning about documentation, presentation, and speeches.
I got this idea from a high school ELA teacher on youtube, Laura Randazo. I liked her enthusiasm, the results she received, and it worked well with the concept of teaching I have of letting the students build their interests and creativity.
To help get the students on page I have chosen and started my own 20Time project. I will explain this in the next post.