I always seem to have either too much to say or too much to feel that can’t be expressed but thought this attachment would spark some thoughts on the Camino Experience. I remember sitting at a cafe about 10 km before Belorado after a very long, tough climb and descent and then many miles of hot, dusty trail and thinking that as soon as I finish this Coke (served in a Johnny Walker just-keep-walking glass) I’m going to call a taxi. My feet are on fire, I’m drenched in sweat and every muscle aches. In my notes on my iPhone, I wrote: ‘taxi = 10 minutes; walking = 1.5 hours. What to do?’ A couple of kind French women convinced me to rest another 5 minutes and then walk it, which I did. Our pension, Quatro Cantones, was perfect and the town itself was like a jewel box.
The pessimist complains about the wind. The optimist expects it to change. The realist adjusts the sails.
(OK, lovely, another great TGIF. Thanks MM. See you all tomorrow. Seattle is coming unglued with the anticipation of the big game on Sunday. Go Hawks! Hawkish loves, Felipe)