The Meseta is the high plain in central northern Spain. It is a place of too much sun, too much wind, too much a lot of stuff. Not like Sleepy Hollow, not like anything but the outback. It ground me down today. We walked twenty km okay which should be an easy day but it beat me up.
This is the first time that I don’t recognize anyone around here. You know how much fun your friends can be and when there are none you can get depressed. So, I am fighting to get to a good mood.
Okay, so that is all I have for you today. Just missing my angels and good buddies. Off to Carrion de Los Condes tomorrow. Love, Phil.
You have plenty of friends following you, spporting you from a distance. And the distance is small, the world is small and connected. We’re here. May it go well for you today.
Thank you.
Should have read about the Meseta yesterday – my granddaughter and I had to go to Seattle for her quarterly diabetes check up and it was 97 degrees Fahrenheit, which Google says is 36.111111 Celsius! so can relate to that desert heat feeling. Got a call today from an old college friend I hadn’t heard from since long before Rick died. My friend said he is in AA now, and is having a terrible time with the whole “higher power” concept. Really struggling. So I said I’d write to him about how my perceptions and understanding of God have evolved over time – hoo boy. What was I thinking? I’m supposed to explain God to someone? That’s pretty funny. Well, pray for me, Phil, pray for me – as I pray for you. Blessings.
Mary, Thanks for following us. As to God, I hear that He created us because he is fond of stories and that is what we do best. Love you, Phil.
Nice, Buddy—- stories. The Torah, my Jewish friends tell me, teaches that the purpose of life is self-definition, “turning to your true self”– creating, or finding, your own story in other words. I like how you said it– joyful.