Packing my bag and leaving the U.S.

I'm packing my bags and debating on what to bring and what not to bring. Because, in two days from now, my dad, my sister in-law -- Valerie, and myself, will be flying into Paris, where we will then take an 8 hour train ride down to St. Jean Pied de Port, which is located close to the Spanish border in the southwestern part of France. From there, we start our 500 mile hike across northern Spain, along the Camino de Santiago, AKA, St. James Way. This pilgrimage has been walked for thousands of years by many Europeans. The final destination is in the northwestern city of Santiago de Compostela. Here, we will arrive at the cathedral where the body of St. James is said to be buried.
You may ask, what on earth compels me to walk 500 miles? The answer is simply: I have no idea. Aside from the fact, at this point in time at least, I feel like it's a little crazy, I also feel that this will be a peaceful and meditative journey. I'm excited, scared, happy, and sad. Sad that I will be leaving my husband for 6 weeks. Sad to leave the comfort of my home, my dog, and my cat.
So, with that said, I married the most wonderful man. I married someone who gives me the freedom and strength to take such an adventure. Thank you, Stephen Slattery, I love you, I love you, I love you.