Days walked: 4
Kilometers walked: 70
Kilometers to Santiago: 705
Blisters: 1 (Ady healing) 1 (Karen thumb healed) + 1 corn (Anne - "it doesn't change it's just there)
Collective mood: weary "walking dead"
Life lesson: You never know what or who is around the corner
Today was a much easier walk, mainly flat, to the beautiful old city of Pamplona. We decided to stay in air BnB so we have a gorgeous apartment to ourselves. We are off to the pilgrim spa for some much needed therapy.
Fuzzy caterpillars conga across the path.
If the leader gets smushed, the others are thrown into disarray.
Disoriented. I feel the same way.
Two lonely boots hang off a tree. Embraced with rainbow tape but discarded along the way.
Where is their owner? Is it me?
The same path trod a thousand years. Many before and many will follow.
Spanish graffiti cries Get Up! You are not alone! More love please. Freedom. Libre.
My mind wanders as I march.
So much I wonder if I am dreaming.
"Elegance! Elegance! A woman in bright pink, a hat and handbag is screaming.
Cackling with such freedom, I laugh too.
She hands me Tiggie, her stuffed orange tiger, for a hug.
I feel immediately better.
Later I wonder if Angela was really there.