It is Day 11 and we are taking our second rest day in this magical ancient town. Our hotel is situated on the edge of the historical centre which is predominantly pedestrian-only. It is overcast and threatening rain but I couldn’t be more content. Lingering over morning coffee is a luxury these days when it’s important to get an early start.
This experience has been like a dream. Walking this route, thinking about the millions of feet that have gone before, some in high-tech training shoes, some in tattered leather sandals, some bare, and still others on their knees…it is humbling and puts my privileged life into perspective. It is impossible to describe the beauty. I have tried to let the pictures speak for themselves but they don’t hold a candle to what my eyes have seen.
I’ve been thinking a lot about pain – physical and emotional. There are so many levels, and the brain is often the deciding factor in what I can and cannot abide. It is a lesson that I hope to remember when this journey comes to its inevitable end.
In the meantime, we are going to wash our clothes, pay our usual trip to the pharmacy and try to figure out how to get from Santiago to Bilbao without taking out a major bank loan. Life, as they say, good.
Very thought-provoking.
Wow powerful and you are doing it. I guess sometimes we have to refocus & think about things that are meaningful in your life & enjoy. I am there with you & maybe someday I will do it. Good luck with your feet & hope you can make it to the end & if not that is okay as well, you can only do what your body will allow.