Top Ten Retirement Adventures: No. 4

If you have walked a distance trek, then you have felt the bittersweet experience of your final steps. I was overwhelmed when I turned the corner from the Tiber River and glimpsed St. Peter’s Basilica, the end of the Way of St. Francis. We had done it! My achy legs and feet cheered the end of our toughest walk yet. Later, my eyes welled up as I folded my trusty trekking poles while Sue and I sat on a step in the square. What now?

Following the steps of revered Saint Francis, Sue and I walked 23 days, 258 miles, 80,000 feet in elevation during spring in 2018. Many days were sunny, three or four were scorching, two left us drenched. It is one of three major Christian pilgrimages, but we saw few fellow trekkers, even none a couple of days as we walked from Tuscany east to the Umbrian mountains, then south and southwest to Rome. No other Americans, until we met an American tourist who snapped our photo at Vatican City.

When we turned the corner from the trail along the Tiber River, St. Peter’s welcomed us from a distance. Inside, guards checked our pilgrim passport and ushered us into an inner chapel where a Catholic official checked our stamps and issued our Testimonium. I may not be an authentic pilgrim, but it was still a magic moment. We kept searching St. Peter’s Square for other trekkers/pilgrims, but there were none.

Italy. Italians. Italian villages. Italian food. Italian scenery. All added charm to the Way of St. Francis, my number four retirement adventure. The trek pitched some good arguments to be number one, but three other adventures were even more noteworthy.

If you want to further explore the Way of St. Francis and three other European trails, check out my second book, Trippin’ Through My 60s: When Adventure Calls, the Trails of Europe Answer. The other three treks: Scotland’s West Highland Way, England’s South West Coast Path, and the Tour du Mont Blanc.

Top Ten Retirement Adventures: No. 10

It was 2012. Sue and I ended our work lives after toiling away since we were teen-agers. We had raised three sons, left jobs we enjoyed, and embarked on a mission to discover where “the rest of our lives” would lead us.

First stop: Italy. We were nervous, not sure how we would negotiate the language and culture, thinking we would make fools of ourselves. But we set off for Rome anyway. This photo makes us laugh. We were too cheap to pay for the real gondola tour for the iconic photo op, so we found this good-natured gondolier, who rowed us and another twosome across a Venice canal for two Euro. A five-minute ride, tops.

We explored Rome, Pisa, Venice, Vatican City, Cinque Terre, Verona, Tuscany, and much more. We started a travel blog named Carryoncouple, Sue’s idea. We carried everything we needed in carryon cases that doubled as a backpack.

A backpack? A year later, that word would take on a new meaning neither of us saw coming. We have been trekking long-distance trails ever since. But there’s more. Much more.

Number 9 is next.