on the way to Arzua Today I walked 10 miles to Arzua. I woke up this morning feeling rested and renewed. I went down for breakfast and met two lovely women who invited me to breakfast. It was nice to have company while eating. We chatted about our Camino experiences so far and other traveling we've done in the past. It's fun to listen to the reasons people have chosen to walk this journey but I'm still at a loss for why I'm here. Today I even wondered if that burning question will be answered at the end. While walking alone through farmland on my way to Arzua, I decided I will be okay if I never know that answer. I will be okay if that great epiphany never comes. I am now 2 days away from Santiago de Compostela. The fact that I've gotten this far on my own two feet amazes me, especially considering I'd been non-weight bearing on a sprained ankle for 5 entire weeks before coming here. I thought I'd be lucky if I could do a couple miles per day...
The beat goes on Today I walked 16 grueling miles from Portomarin to Palas de Rei. I'm currently sitting in my albergue enjoying a terracotta rooftop view, eating an orange and a bag of potato chips while I rest my weary legs and sore feet. View from my albergue in Palas de Rei View walking out of Portomarin this morning I left this morning at 8:30am and set off at a quick pace. I had read the night before that the walk today was mostly uphill and difficult. I wanted to get into a steady rhythm right away. I very quickly made a new friend this morning who made small talk with me and we passed the first 5 miles easily and in conversation. She was from Philly and was a professional development coach. But eventually she needed rest and food and I wanted to keep going. We said goodbye and I pushed ahead. Victory after traversing several mountains -see in background I started to notice that I was passing everyone. People seemed especially slow or in no big...
111km Starting point in Sarria, Spain I left the United States yesterday for Spain. The day before my flight, I got this overwhelming sense of panic and dread about this journey and just kept thinking, "What have I signed myself up for?" I couldn't shake the heavy weight in my chest or voice in my head that came with a sudden realization that I'm going across the world completely alone for an adventure I am not sure that I'm actually prepared for. Of course I'm well read and well studied for it. Of course I'm fully prepared in terms of equipment and gear. I have more than I need probably. But am I emotionally and mentally prepared for this? And more importantly, am I physically prepared for this? Five weeks ago, for no reason whatsoever, I fell while walking my dogs on a leisurely stroll around my neighborhood. I didn't trip or slip....I just toppled over while admiring a neighbor's beautiful Japanese Maple tree. Unfortunately, I severely...
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