Yesterday was spent at a delightful Hermitage in Granon--in fact we had our own Basilica. Today I hit a wall--my body said "I don't want to do this today." We dragged ourselves through seemingly endless ghost towns looking for our morning cafe con leche. I leaned against an abandoned dumpster to drain my blisters. Walk, walk, walk....small sips of water...retching. Walk some more....lie down at the side of the road and try to swallow some food. Walk, walk, walk....and if possible I am making this sound better than it was. 38 194 steps later I am resting up at the Albergue. Your Dad was very patient. His theme song was "Walking on Sunshine" even though it was at a snail's pace. In spite of the pathetic picture I am painting there were blessings in my life today:
• She is German. She walks a little faster than me but with smoke breaks it evens out. We start off together in the morning. We share a headlamp. She says the Camino has taught her that coffee is a girl's best friend NOT diamonds. She has already abandoned one pair of hiking boots. She stays back in Belorado. She encourages me--she does not make my tough day feel like a failure but rather a victory for pressing on. Thank you. • We go off track in Belorado to find a farmacia. Even our GPS can't get us back to the path. She steps out of a salon. She looks far too fine to deal with this struggling pilgrim. Donde esta le Camino? She takes me by the sleeve and walks us to the path. She makes us feel like our journey is important. Thank you. The many caves in the hills were something new to our walk. Always something fascinating to see and a new lesson to learn. Still trying to process today's 😄 You are Always in My Prayers. Love Mom.
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