blaming on his shoes the fault of his feet." Says either Didi or Gogo at the beginning of Waiting for Godot. And indeed my shoes and my pack feel so much better on my feet and my back and hips since I got rid of about three pounds of stuff.
Had a lovely day 6 today, walking from Estella to Los Arcos. Could have kept going, but the beds in Torres del Rio were all full. But it's ok, this way my body can recover better.
The spirit of the camino is something to be experienced. Pilgrims are friendly, respecting your need for either some conversation or some quiet. There is comaraderie if you want it, and an inexplicable privacy in the midst of living shoulder to shoulder in the hostels. Very curious.
The path through wine country today was so beautiful, rolling hills formed by the wind, it seems. I was out of earshot of others for a couple of hours and was belting out some hymns and some songs from my Women of Latin America cd. Who needs an ipod? But mostly I listen to babbling brooks, the wind in the trees and fields, the birds.
Now I'm off to my massage appointment. A local therapist offers good prices to pilgrims, and comes to the hostel! Tomorrow maybe a longer day, we'll see. One day at a time!
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So glad that you're having a good time!
Sounds like heaven.
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