Kilometres walked: 292
Kilometres to Santiago: 489
Injuries: Karen - tendon improved; Ady - 2 blisters; Anne & Marcel - sore knee.
Life lesson: An early start is good for the soul
We were all up and ready to go by 7.30am today, after all sharing a dorm. We have a new member of the family - Cinthia from Brazil who is walking with us for the day. Walking to the sun rising was gorgeous and we were on the outskirts of the city before we knew it. It was pretty industrial for the last bit, and then we walked alongside the river into town. There were lots of Spanish walking their dogs -it reminded me of the bay walk at home and I felt normal, non-pilgrim like for the first time in a couple of weeks. We are all excited as we are having a rest day in Burgos tomorrow.
Arms pumping, slicing through the crisp air,
Legs striding forth,
I feel strengthened. Fortified.
It's great to be alive.
A steep climb as the day wakes a rambling stone village,
The rocky path of white pebbles keeps me guessing.
A flock of sheep hang together, sitting in assembly,
With llama-like hair and black pointed faces,
Staring in wonderment.
We must be quite a sight.
I try not to think of where they are headed, and focus on my own journey.
A large wooden cross marks the top of the ascent.
I am so grateful to see it,
I wonder if this is what faith is supposed to feel like.