First there was COVID, then there was a war

In 2020 I had plans to walk from Valencia to Muxia, coast to coast. Actually, I had more than plans. I had plane tickets, a train ticket and the first night's accommodation booked. I had also purchased travel insurance. Which turned out to be a Very Good Thing because we all know what happened.
Additionally I had made a journal, starting Monday 20 April, finishing Thursday 25 June. When my flights were cancelled, I googled "when does 20 April fall on a Monday?" 2026 - 2037 - 2043 - 2048 - 2054
In 2026 I would be 56 years old. In 2037 I would be 67. By 2043 I would be 73. 2048, 78 years. 2054, 84 years. Hopefully I'll still be walking caminos in all those years. But why would I want to wait? I started quietly hoping that maybe in 2026 I'd be able to use my journal. 
2026 approached and I was committed to looking after delightful grandbabies twice a week. I thought I couldn't go. Then I realised I might be looking after grandbabies for the next thirty years, so if I wanted to do things, I'd need to be creative otherwise it might be too late.
First step was to shorten the time frame. Which meant choosing a different route. But I still wanted to start in Valencia if possible seeing as I had a Valencia map in the journal. Camino de la Lana, Valencia to Burgos, fit the bill. 
But it wasn't quite so simple. In reality I've ummed and ahhed and we haven't known if Rob would be able to come because of his knee surgery...but if he did come we'd want him to be there for a nice section because he couldn't come for the whole time...and he wants warmer weather but I've booked for April which is cooler and work commitments stop him from coming at the end when it's warming up... and he doesn't like the idea of having to train back and forth to Valencia for a few days at the beginning which means choosing a different route, but which one?...and it all got too tricky and even though his leg is fine he's not coming...so I landed back on the original "Wool Route", Camino de la Lana.
So now I'm six weeks away from leaving, and it's feeling like COVID all over again. Partly because one son living at home has come down with it this week...and partly because of the uncertainty it brought.
Only this time it's not a pandemic, but a war. 
We can but wait and see what happens.