What a ride! This Camino has me so twisted around, I’m really not sure who it’s going to spit out at the end.
It started with the first two weeks of it taking over my life. You sleep, get up, eat (if you’re lucky), walk, eat, walk more, walk more, find an albergue, shower, wash clothes, have a glass of wine (definitely me!), eat the best pilgrim’s menu you can find, sleep the best you can with snorers all around you, and then get up and do it all over again. And again. And again. Yep, that about sums it up.
Your life before this walk began? It encroaches in pieces, but not for long. There’s little room above the daily needs of the body, mind and soul. First and foremost, you need to watch where you put your feet. These have become your most precious resource.
And there are other pressing matters. You pass a fountain. Is there enough water in your bottle for the long trek ahead? How about food? And the weight of the pack or the pain of the blisters with every step. These are all-consuming.
By now, I’ve walked about 543 km in a total of 24 days, including one rest day. It all sound so crazy. And yet, there is nothing more normal than me getting up at 6:30 in the morning, a smile on my face, and getting ready for the day ahead. Will it rain? Is it cold?
There is peace in putting one foot in front of the other, day after day. There is also comfort in the simplicity of knowing what you have to do and when you have to do it.
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