El Camino: Carrion de los Condes to Calzadilla de la Cueza

Today’s trek: Carrion de los Condes to Calzadilla de la Cueza

We had a short but very hot walk from Carrion De los Condes to Calzadilla, a very small town with very nice people.

By now you know that due to my short legs (average) and Judy’s extra long legs, I am always well behind her.

To pass the time I focus on repetitive prayers or sing. Today I noticed that while Judy was quite a ways ahead of me, I recognized her boot print.

Blessed by a wide, gravel-less path I could see her steps in the heavy white dust. The temperature rose to 100.5 degrees by noon so I ran out of water fairly quickly. There is nothing worse than seeing “not potable” sprayed across water sources and not a stand or cafe for miles. In fact, we didn’t stop once until our final destination.

But today’s walk required quiet determination. I notice that no one was really talking and that a woman pulling her belongings on a two wheeled cart stopped frequently to adjust her hands.

I looked down to my feet for every step and I imagined the view a three or four year old chasing a soccer ball across a field. They follow so closely that they often chase their feet in circles or even out of bounds.

Early in the day I came across a sign zip tied to a tree. The hand painted sign reads: “Walk as if you’re kissing the Earth with your feet.” This sign registered with me.

We walk on this Earth as if it’s doesn’t matter. We walk throughout this Earth without regard as to where we are and who we effect. We expect things to go our way no matter what. We forget to be happy to walk this Earth in this place and this time. A place and time chosen for us.

We forget our place amongst the occupants of the universe. We forget to stop and look back and look up to the future. We are often so tied to what we are doing in any one moment that we fail to see the bigger picture.

There was nothing to see as we walked the ten miles to our next hostal. So I focused on my feet and recorded each step as it was taken. I followed Judy’s boot print and if she had walked off a cliff I suppose I would have followed.

Until I saw the sign.

Then, I focused on each step in gratitude. It was still hot, still boring and still miles away but each step was grounded and “about everything” not just passing time, from one place to another.

And then it pops up. You’re there.

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Siempre pa’ adelante!

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About Caro

I am a social worker by training and a peace officer by profession having worked with California’s delinquent youth and young adults for 28 years. I firmly believe that our development as humans depends on our environment and that sometimes we get stuck. As such, I write about those things we sometimes ignore or fail to see until we are forced to pay attention.
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