Today’s trek: Sarria to Portomarin
Walking among people from all countries and backgrounds is very interesting. The variety of sounds and languages my attention.
The one constant throughly out this process has been the sound of my footsteps. There is no music nor are there phone rings beyond the occasional local who responds apologetically and scurries off to speak to their caller.
Now that we are closer I find I sometimes can’t hear my footsteps over the pounding of boots and the soothing sound of mumbles, punctuated by laughter or a shout.
That sound is soothing. It’s nice to be alone but after a month, having people around is comforting.
I wonder if we come out of the wilderness on our own no matter where or what kind of wilderness it is. If it’s a sign of health the timing of which is determined by the state of our mental health.
All that to say, we’ll be ready when we’re ready.
We’ll get there when we get there.
I had a great walk, although I took much longer than my feet would have liked. Dinner was delicious and with no WiFi, I slept extra long.
I woke up on my own…the best way to wake up.
Siempre pa’ adelante!