Apologies for the sudden disappearance and lack of news this past week. I guess Phil had some sort of secret that did not share with me about how he did to write every single day no matter what was going on… Last week, my days were full, my hands were full and my mindheartsoul were full too.
The week involved driving on my own almost 1400 km in 2 days, daily twice a day visits to someone who didn’t recognize me, a lot of sweets and pastries eating, shared dinners with people I love every day, the re-encounter with one of my friends from childhood, and regular 9 hours working days. I must say that on and all, it was a good balance of hardship and support.
I came back on Saturday night, after driving for almost 9 hours, and on Monday, I started with some sort of symptoms that suggested a cold, but yesterday fever was added and I could hardly sleep not because of the fever but because of the panic of having spread the virus to others. Today I got a swab prescribed and fortunately, it was negative for covid. Probably this is a cold caused by the air conditioner in the car, the fact of having been isolating for too long avoiding any contact with the most inoffensive microbe and exhaustion.
This trip was a very meaningful one. In a way, another Camino moment, a trip that has a before and an after. And a trip that has left me with a lot to unpack. But right now, the coughing and sneezing are taking the priority for attention, so I am going to sleep and will come back here in the next days. All I wanted is to let you know that the Caminoheads blog is still alive and kicking, but the writer has been too full.