Day Two: St Jean Pied de Port to Orisson Refuge

                                               St Jean Pied de Port to Orisson – 8 kilometres

Climbing the Pass

We woke to a gorgeous sunny morning.  Most of us had slept OK, beds were comfy and there wasn’t too much snoring.  Unless you are a deep sleeper, earplugs are a must on the Camino, and not the cheap ones I had with me.  They were useless and blocked nothing out.  Some people sounded like Mount Vesuvius erupting!  (Of course, I’m not referring to any of my companions!)  I would advise anyone planning on doing this trip to invest in a good pair.  They will be worth their weight in sleep.

After having breakfast in a small patisserie we set off about 9am to walk to Orisson Refuge.  We had been warned walking the pass from St Jean Pied de Port in France through the Pyrenees to Roncesvalles in Spain would be the steepest and most difficult of our journey.   Not wanting to kill ourselves we decided to split the journey and stay at the Orisson.  We booked it a few months in advance of our trip as it does not hold a huge capacity and we wanted to be sure of a place.  Only two brave souls from our group, Pauline and Fiona, decided they would carry their rucksacks.  The rest of us weaker (and wiser!) souls decided to send them on to the Orisson.  This cost roughly 5 euro and for me, personally, I thought it was well worth it.  I had a smaller day rucksack to carry the essentials for the day.

Stunning Views

Taking a moment to breathe!

The pass was very steep but we were walking on tarmac country roads so the terrain was not difficult.  We took our time and kept reminding ourselves that this was not a race and we would get there when we got there.  We also had the added luxury of knowing we were sure of a bed at the Orisson.   Our legs ached from climbing the steep inclines but on the plus side we were rewarded with stunning views unfurling beneath us.  My guide-book describes it as Paradise…. it is.   There is nothing but valleys of green fields and mountains rolling out for miles below us.   Every few steps we stopped to take photographs, as each view seemed nicer than the last, but no photograph could do justice to the stunning scenery.

No strangers here, only friends

Joonho, a 21-year-old South Korean boy, (I say boy when technically he is a man but he looked all of sixteen,) who hoped to walk the entire 769 km in 40 days, walked with us until the Orisson.  After his trip he was going home to do national service.  He looked so young to be out there on his own, never mind to go into an army.  I couldn’t help thinking of my own sons and the freedom they take for granted.

Up and Up!

We stopped after a couple of hours and sat on a grassy verge to eat our lunch of crusty bread, Parma ham and water.  This also gave us a chance to get our shoes and socks off and let our feet breathe.  The food was simple, but eating it in such beautiful surroundings, with the sun shining down on us, it tasted nicer than any gourmet meal served up in a fancy restaurant.  And we had the privilege of sharing our lunch with a young lad from the other side of the world.  Despite the language barrier, (and that was our fault, not his, as he had some English, whereas we didn’t have any Korean), we chatted about his family, and what he hoped to do when his national service was over; teaching as it happens.

“Travelling – it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.”  Ibn Battuta

This is the beauty of the Camino, regardless of  differences in age, gender, nationality, we all have the common bond of being a pilgrim on this journey.  It connects us to people we wouldn’t normally get to have a conversation with.  And everyone has a story to share.

Orisson Refuge

Orisson Refuge

We were relieved to see the Orisson come into view, because although we had only walked about 8km to get there, it had been a strenuous climb to reach it.  We were even more relieved to see it was as quaint and charming in reality as it looked in photographs.   We loved it!  It was converted from an ancient shepherd’s house in 2004 and it has a capacity of 28 beds in dormitories of 6 and 10 beds.  Bed, breakfast and three course dinner with wine costs 36 euro.  The priciest of all the places we stayed but worth it. They will also pack you a lunch the next morning before you leave for 4 or 5 euro.

We wished Joonho good luck and said goodbye as he continued on to Roncesvalles.  I think he had been glad of our company for this part of his journey.  Or maybe I am deluded and he was glad to see the back of us! Either way, I felt he struck a lonely figure as he walked on, but maybe that was just the Irish mammy in me being over protective.

“Travel, in the younger sort, is a part of education; in the elder, a part of experience.”  Francis Bacon

We had arrived quite early and everyone had a chance to disperse and do their own thing. Showers work on a coin system which allows you five minutes to wash.  This was to ensure that despite the limited availability of hot water in the mountains, there was sufficient water for everyone and no one hogged the cubicle!  I’ve read complaints on Trip Advisor about this system, but I thought it was fine.  After all, we were not staying in a five-star hotel and I didn’t expect luxury.  The Camino is about doing with less, not having more.  We washed out our clothes and hung them to dry on the clothes line in the garden of the refuge.  That is the advantage of travelling during summer, as there is no problem in getting gear dried.

 “Don’t listen to what they say.  Go see.”         Chinese Proverb

We ate our three course pilgrim meal around 6pm with the entire group of people staying at the Orisson.  They had come from the four corners of the globe to walk the Camino;   Heather from England who has lived in Greece for the last 30 years, (in fact she lives on the island where the movie Mama Mia was made, apparently Pearse Brosnan was the friendliest of the lot),   Ga Ga from China, (yes, that was her real name), Max from Germany who played the ukulele (he definitely fancied  Gaga), grandparents Debbie and Mike from Texas who were walking their second Camino, grandfather and granddaughter duo, Tom and Brianna from Pennsylvania, Tammy and Oshie from Japan and lovely Daniel from Quebec.  They are just some of the names which spring to mind.  But there were others from South America, Chile and New York.

Yes the wine was that good!

We were the only Irish contingent there.  The food was delicious and homemade wine was included.  I have never tasted wine like it before or since.  I tell you the Orisson is worth staying at if only to taste the wine.  We had also asked for water but we were told we could have one or the other….strange!  Well, what can I say; we had no choice but to choose the wine.

“Wine is food, and food is life, and life is about the connections we make.”  Evan Dawson 

The bar man encouraged each of us to stand up and say where we were from and why we were doing the Camino.   I usually hate doing that sort of thing but in the spirit of this place it didn’t seem so daunting.  Or maybe, the wine had loosened my inhibitions.  (I swear I am not a raging alcoholic in case all the references to wine makes me appear so.)

Of course, being Irish it wasn’t long before one of our group started to sing.  Obviously not myself, as I think people would prefer snoring to my singing!  But no such worries for our friend, Fiona.  Coming from a long line of traditional Irish musicians, she broke out into a ‘diddley aye’ piece called, ‘Loving Hannah’.  I have never heard it before, nor indeed, have I ever heard her sing before, so it was an experience all of itself.  It kick started a sing-song and before we knew everyone was singing a party piece.  It was a brilliant atmosphere of relaxation and friendliness.

“Where words fail, music speaks.”  Hans Christian Anderson

And you know the saying….one drink is one too many and ten is not enough.  OK, we didn’t go that far but we did enjoy the wine and we asked the bar man to sell us another bottle.   He did, reluctantly, but told us to take it outside and to keep the noise down, as most people were retiring to bed.   And it is worth pointing out that most of the hostels and alburgues do not allow any noise after 10/11pm.

So we took our glasses of red outside, and wrapped up against the evening chill, we sat in the fading light, having the craic.  What more could you want on a beautiful evening in France?    I’m afraid to say the bar man did have to tell us to quieten down, (we thought we were whispering) and then he got quite rude.  Maybe our laughs did get a bit too loud.  So we gathered ourselves up and were tucked up in our bunk-beds before 11pm.  Ga Ga was sound asleep by the time we got in.  No night owls here.  Hopefully she had good ear plugs!

For me staying at the Orisson was one of the highlights of the trip.  Some pilgrims walk the whole way from St Jean Pied de Port to Roncesvalles, without stopping, but I think they are missing out on a unique experience.  We felt a great sense of camaraderie and it was a lovely way to get to know everyone.  The  connections made with fellow pilgrims in the Orisson helped us to feel we were part of a community.  And hopefully we would bump into them again along our route.

Day One: Camino de Santiago – we are on our way – Ireland to St Jean Pied de Port

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Day One:  14th July
Buen Camino!

Camino de Santiago – here we come!   We left home just after dawn with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.  We felt like a group of teenagers going off on our first holiday, but also feeling  a little bit of, ‘what the hell have we let ourselves in for??’  Would we survive, not only the Camino, but also each other?

“I have found out that there ain’t no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.” Mark Twain

We arrived into Biarritz airport at approximately 12.30 to a beautiful warm and sunny afternoon.  Prior to leaving Ireland we had arranged for the Express Bourricot taxi company to be waiting to take us the 90 minute journey to St Jean Pied de Port.  We had dealt with Caroline Aspherrches from the company and found her to be very helpful. The fare cost 19 euro each and was worth every penny as it saved us the hassle and confusion of arranging transport when we stepped off the plane.

 “There are no strangers here; only friends you haven’t met yet.”  W B Yeats

We shared our taxi with Heidi from Austria and felt our first taste of the infamous Camino camaraderie we’ve heard of.  We weren’t strangers, but fellow travellers, all in this madness together.   Heidi, fresh out of college, and full of enthusiasm, wasn’t hanging around in St Jean Pied de Port, but walking on the 23 km to Roncesvalles. She was going to be walking for at least seven hours.  We admired her guts, and we knew we would have similar distances to cover in the days ahead, but we were relieved it wasn’t today.  We needed time to build ourselves up to that.  And after all we had, at least, twenty years on Heidi!

Exploring the narrow streets of St Jean Pied de Port – no need for hiking shoes yet

A picturesque market town in the heart of Basque country, St Jean Pied de Port is the traditional starting point of the pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostelo.  It is located in South West France and lies at the foothills of an important pass through the Pyrenees Mountains, between France and Spain; hence the name of the town means, ‘at the foot of the pass.’  As we had decided to stay here one night we had plenty of time to explore; meaning we walked around a little and then found a café to put our feet up and have a couple of drinks.

Just chillin!

Before setting out on the Camino Way, you must have the all-important Pilgrim Passport to prove you are a pilgrim and to gain access to the albergues, hostels and to avail of the pilgrim menus in restaurants.  We received our Pilgrim Passports from the Camino Society in Dublin before we left Ireland but if not we could have picked them up at the Pilgrim Office at 39 Rue de la Citadell in St Jean.  The Pilgrim Passport must be produced every time you arrive at a new place and it is stamped to prove you have walked that day.  The office also provides the iconic scallop shells which has long been a symbol of the Camino de Santiago.

Follow the Shell, El Camino de Santiago, March 2017

The yellow shell is a familiar sight on posts and signs along the Camino Way guiding pilgrims in the right direction.   There are different myths about why the shell is so important to the pilgrimage but my favourite is this one; after St James death, the disciples were transporting his body back to Santiago when the ship they were travelling in encountered a storm and the body was lost to sea.  However, after some time St James’ body washed up on shore, undamaged but covered in scallops.

Of course, it could also be the very practical reason of pilgrims long ago using the shell for getting water to drink which has more truth to it, but the former tale requires more faith to believe and I like that.  It’s what the Camino is all about.   Pilgrims carry the shell with them as they travel along and we attached ours to our rucksacks, displaying our bond with fellow travellers.

Learning as we go!

St Jean is a beautiful place but on reflection, as we were there early enough and still feeling quite energetic at this stage, we should have planned to travel on to Orisson, which was only 8km away.  It meant we added an extra day to our trip and had to factor in extra accommodation and food costs.  I’d budgeted for about 40 euro a day but spent more than that in St Jean, with the majority of it going on our restaurant meal alone.  We booked into a restaurant for our evening meal but not as pilgrims and therefore did not avail of pilgrim menu or prices.  But this trip is all about learning as we go!

Regardless, the craic was great so I suppose you can’t put a price on that.   We stayed in a beautiful old town house on the main street, ( not a great image of it below and unfortunately we can’t remember the name of it!!).  It was basic but clean, and to gain access we collected the key from a bar and let ourselves in.  There were self-catering facilities if we had wished to cook, which we didn’t.  We do enough of that at home.  Seven of us were divided between two rooms and apart from two other walkers; we had the whole place to ourselves.

Time for bed

There was some kind of street party in the evening and we wandered around it for a while. While the rest headed off to bed, Fiona, Alice and I decided to finish off the evening with a couple of glasses of red in a little bar just off the main street.  The bar was empty apart from ourselves.  Maybe they heard we were coming!

Preparations for walking the Camino de Santiago


I love walking and I love travelling, and what better way to combine the two than by walking the 1000 year old pilgrimage route, The Camino de Santiago, also known as, The Way of St James.

One patronizing man, (I could call him other things but I’m being kind), told me it is also known as the ‘middle aged woman’s walk’.  Ok, it might not be Kilimanjaro, but I don’t think it will be a walk in the park either.  Anyway, in my experience, middle-aged women can kick ass!

The simplicity of carrying everything I need in a rucksack and having nothing else to do, other than get from one point to another and to eat and sleep sounds very appealing.   And, also maybe, to drink a little wine along the way!

Some people walk the Camino alone, but I am walking it with six girlfriends; Fiona, Alice, Eileen, Oonagh, Pauline and Sharon.   I know them from as far back as school days and by some divine intervention, we are all able to get away at the same time.

I’ve heard it said that the older we get, the more we need the people who knew us when we were young; and that’s because it’s those people who help us remember our carefree younger selves, before life had a chance to knock the edges off.   None of us look at each other and see middle-age.  We just see each other, as we always have.

“The older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when were young.”  Mary Schmich

There are different starting points for the pilgrimage across Europe, but they all converge at the tomb of St James in Santiago de Compostela in Spain.  We’ve decided to walk the most popular route, Camino Frances, which stretches for almost 780 kms.  Of course, it is impossible for all of us to take the time off to walk the entire way, but we have a week, and we are hoping to reach 100kms in that time.

We plan to make this an annual trip and walk 100kms each year, over the next five years, until we reach Santiago de Compostela in 2020.  Time will tell!

There are loads of websites with great information on walking the Camino.  Check out or

Preparations for walking the Camino!

We are going at the height of summer, which isn’t ideal but it is the only time of year suits all of us.  Apparently April/May and September/October are more ideal times to walk.

We’ve been told you don’t need to be an Olympic athlete to walk the Camino Way, ( thank God, for that!), although going from sitting on the couch, seven days a week, to taking on a 100km walk, isn’t recommended either.  The advice is that a general level of fitness is adequate.

We are training as much as we can before we go in the shoes we will be walking in on the Camino, to make sure they are well broken in.  We are lucky where we live as we are surrounded by mountains.  We are all doing our own walking but once a week we meet at Slieve Gullion and walk for a couple of hours.  Blisters and how to avoid them are a big talking point; apparently taking off our boots/shoes off to allow our feet to breathe and dry our socks at points during the day will help.

Some of our group have bought new walking shoes, and although I have hiking boots, I think they will be very heavy in the heat, so I’ve decided to stick with my trusty trainers, which are well-worn in.  We aren’t going to be on very rough terrain, and it will probably be dry weather so I hope they won’t let me down.

We’ve also been told to travel, light, light, light!  Although, it’s funny how light means different things to different people!  Some of our group would rather forfeit their knickers, than do without their hair straighteners!

Packing List

  • Passport
  • European Health Insurance Card
  • Pilgrim passport
  • Pilgrim Shell
  • Camera/phone/charger
  • Sun block and sun hat/bandana
  • Camel pack (very handy for carrying my water, no fussing with bottles)
  • Head torch
  • Four pairs of 1000 mile socks (good socks are as important as the footwear)
  • One pair of shorts
  • One pair of trousers which cut off to make shorts
  • Three tee-shirts
  • Fleece
  • Thermal leggings (for sleeping even in summer, as it gets cold in some places when the temperature drops at night)
  • Poncho in case of rain
  • Sleeping bag liner (in winter you would need a warmer sleeping bag)
  • Pillow case
  • Sunglasses
  • Small travel first aid kit (include magnesium tablets for aching muscles and reducing cramps, plasters, painkillers, compeed in case of blisters,  Jungle Formula insect spray ( with 50%deet which is a must against mosquitos)
  • Antiseptic hand gel
  • Flip-flops and sandals for sight seeing
  • Sundress/ cardigan
  • Ear plugs
  • Bag for dirty washing
  • Travel wash for clothes
  • Towel
  • Trial size toiletries   (Lush do a fabulous solid soap which serves as shampoo/shower gel and also a solid deodorant: no worries about getting liquids/sprays through security at the airport.)
  • A stone

There are pros and cons of travelling in a group as you have to consider all the different personalities; from the laid back who want to go with the flow, to the control freaks who want to plan the trip to within an inch of their lives.  Also, there is conflicting advice from people; some people have told us we would be mad not to book all our accommodation in advance, while others say, the fun is in winging it.

We took all the advice on board, but at the end of the day, it all comes down to personal preference.  After much discussion, we’ve decided we are going to wing it (Yes!!) and book accommodation as we walk to each place.  This is making certain members of our group nervous, (it’ll be fine, Alice!) but fingers crossed we won’t end up sleeping on the side of the road.  The only place we have booked is the Orisson, as it has small capacity, and it is the only stop off point between St Jean Pied de Port and Ronscavalles.

The other big question is whether we are going to walk with our rucksacks or send them on and carry a lighter day pack.  This has caused some quandary among us, because if we don’t know where we are staying, how will we know where to send our bags on to.  A couple of our group have decided they will be carrying their rucksacks no matter what, but I’m not sure, so I’m taking a smaller day bag, just in case.

I will be carrying a stone in my rucksack from home on this trip, which has to do with the tradition of the The Cruz de Ferro cross.  Pilgrims have lain a stone at this cross for centuries and it symbolises the laying down of a burden.  The stone must be carried from your home, and although I won’t be passing, The Cruz de Ferro cross on this trip, I am keeping the stone in my bag until I do, however long it takes me to get there.

The prayer of the Cruz de Ferro

‘Lord, may this stone, a symbol of my efforts on the pilgrimage that I lay at the foot of the cross of the Saviour, one day weigh the balance in favour of my good deeds when the deeds of my life are judged.  Let it be so.’ 

(From the Rother Walking Guide on Camino de Santiago)


We’ve also agreed even if we don’t all walk at the same pace along the route, we will meet at night and have our pilgrim meal together.  Because it’s not just about the walking – it’s about the company and craic too.

Let’s be honest, it’s always about the craic!

Holy Orders for a stress free life

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Would you like to be stress free?  Maybe Annie Phillip’s advice from her book, ‘Assertiveness and the Manager’s Job’, can help us get there.  It applies to us all regardless of our role in life.  Anyway, aren’t we all managers of our own lives?

  1. Thou shalt not try to be all things to all people

  2. Thou shalt not be perfect or even try

  3. Thou shalt leave things undone that ought to be done

  4. Thou shalt not spread thyself too thin

  5. Thou shalt learn to say no

  6. Thou shalt schedule time for thyself and thy supportive network

  7. Thou shalt switch off and do nothing regularly

  8. Thou shalt be boring, inelegant, untidy and unattractive at times

  9. Thou shalt not feel guilty

  10. Thou shalt not be thine own worst enemy


Songs to listen to when you are going through chemotherapy

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Check out the – they’ve posted this on their blog for their #Playlist Thursday!   Thanks Daniela Pesconi-Arthur! 🙂

(I’ve revised it slightly, as I’ve left out my all time  favourite,  Proud Mary; who better to kick ass than Tina Turner?!)

Strong Songs

When I was going through chemotherapy I had a playlist of what I called my ‘strong songs’ which helped me to feel, just that – strong!

At a time in my life when I felt weak and afraid, I needed something to help me feel empowered and stronger than the cancer I was fighting. I needed to feel less of a victim and more of a warrior taking on the bad guys.

So I would crank up the volume and listen to the powerful voices singing to me of hope, strength and survival.

I would try to find the ‘hero inside myself’ just as Heather Small from M People said I should. And it felt like Kelly Clarkson’s message of ‘what doesn’t kill you, will make you stronger’, was written especially for me. As for Rachel Platten’s ‘Fight Song’; it became my personal anthem.

All of the songs on the playlist were like ten motivational coaches willing me on and promising me brighter days were ahead!

And every time I heard Lionel Richie I felt strong enough to dance on that damn ceiling!






Being Grateful – An Easy Way To Remember!

I’ve decided to forget about making a list of New Year Resolutions this year. Let’s face it they are usually broken before the ink is dry on the paper.  No, this year I am making things easier for myself and I am making just one resolution; to be grateful.

I like to think I am already grateful for all I have.  But, if I’m honest, when plans go array or a new worry crops up, it is tempting to feel that life is all about taking one step forward and three back.  Before I know it I am feeling disillusioned and unhappy.   On those days it  is easy to forget about the simple blessings I should have gratitude for.  So my resolution is not to just pay lip service to being grateful, but rather to be mindful and more active about it.

I used to have a gratitude journal which I would write in with a list of ten things I was grateful for.  But, because I left it to last thing at night, I would forget to write in it. When I would remember,  half asleep and tucked up in bed,  I would resent the fact I had to get out of bed to do it.  And if I didn’t, I would feel bad.  Madness!! It slowly became just another task for me to add to the already long list of things I did. Completely the opposite of what I wanted a gratitude journal to achieve.  It  fell by the wayside like so many of my resolutions.

But recently I read about  the idea of a gratitude jar. I don’t know who came up with it, but it is a brilliant idea.   Simple and ingenious.  And perfect for someone like me, who is big on ideas, but short on time.

Without going to any expense I washed out an old beetroot jar, (bigger than a jam jar and therefore I can cram in more things to be grateful for), and stuck a label on it with the word gratitude in bright red capital letters.   I had help from my eleven year old daughter who decorated it, with bits and bobs, from the pound shop. She had fun doing it and it looks a lot funkier than a plain old beetroot jar.

I’ve sat it on top of a block of Post-It notes with a pen beside it. It’s positioned on the window sill in my kitchen (the place where I spend the most time), and when something I’m grateful for pops into my head, I jot it down on the Post-It note and put it into the jar.


As it sits within my line of vision, I’m more inclined to think of all the things I’m grateful for every day.  It is also something the whole family can be part of.  Even teenagers can find something to be grateful for in the midst of their angst ridden lives.

This one small resolution is already having a positive effect on my life. I feel in a better frame of mind and I am generally more positive and optimistic.  I am more inclined to tackle tasks head on and get things done. I actually feel lucky.  And I’m hoping, like any good self-fulfilling prophecy, the luckier I feel, the luckier I’ll be!

If I feel any negativity creeping in, then I can unscrew the lid and pick a Post-It out at random, to remind myself of all the things I am thankful for.

And at the end of the year, I’ll empty the jar, and remember how good I had it in 2017!

The Elf on the Shelf!


A little visitor arrived at our house a couple of weeks ago.  Yes it’s that time of year again and the Elf on the Shelf has arrived.  Over the past couple of years she, (I say she as our elf is a girl called Pixie) has become as much a part of Christmas as Santa Claus.

From reading posts on Facebook it would seem everyone knows about the phenomenon which is, ‘Elf on the Shelf’.  To be honest our family have come late to the party as we only heard of it last year.  And let me tell you there’s quite a bit of commitment to hosting one of Santa’s little helpers.

For anyone out there who isn’t familiar with Elf on the Shelf, it is a little scout elf which arrives in your home before Christmas to keep an eye on those naughty or nice kids.  Each night the elf flies back to the North Pole to report to Santa Claus about the children’s behaviour.  The next morning the elf returns to rest in a new and different place in your home.  Children then have the fun of trying to find out its new position.

Believe me this is a serious business and it takes a little bit of planning!

I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve woken in the middle of the night to realize I’ve forgotten to move Pixie.  I have to drag myself out of a warm bed to find her a new resting place.  Who knew Christmas would become so complicated?

Last year we thought it would be great craic if Pixie wrote a note to our daughter every night.  Of course it had to be in teeny tiny writing because an elf has teeny tiny hands.   Our older daughter volunteered herself for this task but after three weeks she soon became sick to the eye teeth of writing to an elf every night!  And then the task fell to me!  So if I wasn’t moving an elf around in the middle of the night, I was writing notes to her at 2am.

And Pixie isn’t that well-behaved herself.  She has made huge inroads into the big box of teacakes I was keeping for Christmas.  Four layers of biscuits and apparently Pixie has ate her way down to the last layer!

This is the last year for Santa to come to our house.  Another door closes and it only seems like yesterday I was starting out with my family.  So many Christmases have come and gone, all the planning and presents, making sure Santa brought everyone what they wanted.   I hate to see the magic of believing in Santa leave our house.

We are lucky this year in that my eleven year old daughter truly believes in Santa Claus.  As I write this she is tracking him on Google Maps.  Last time I looked he was in Fiji!

I want to hold on to her belief for as long as I can.  I’m reluctant to tell her the truth but by summer I will have to.  She transfers to secondary school next September and I can’t let her into the pit of precocious teenagers still believing in Santa.

Of course, Christmas will still come next year with all of the glitz and glitter but it won’t be the same.  A little bit of the shine will have been lost.

So I’m not going to complain about dragging myself out of bed at 2am ; this is the stuff memories are made of and I’m going to miss these crazy antics next year!