When I was walking out of Burgos with my friend Wolfgang a few days ago, an elderly gentleman held us up for a little chat. This happens regularly, and the opportunity for an interesting conversation is just to great to pass up. Domingo Lopez Calle told us the camino is not about hurrying to collect kilometers, but about slowing down and collecting moments.
That's what I'm doing. I'm walking on my own again, enjoying the space around me watching the clouds pass, and the space in my head watching the thoughts pass.
The meseta is so beautiful, there are fewer pilgrims on the road, and my body has found its own rhythm.
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You walk. You sing (and are sung to) You think. We read. Thank you for writing!
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