A lovely walk…

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hello to my vicarious pilgrims…

a lovely walk today in this beautiful nature called Spain…mostly alone, sometimes with friends. It is such a gift to connect if I like, go forward if I like, fall back and take a break if needed. Tuning in to the self and paying attention-even drinking water involves interrupting one’s stride. I am bonded with my walking poles…

shocker alert: I like beer! There is this German beer that is part lemonade called Radler…had two last night!

Ok so I also learned that our 27 km first day over the mountains with the snot flying sideways out of my nose from the headwind was NOT like those who passed the next day. They had no wind, nor rain. Must have been a WHOLE different experience. Rough day one made day two and three rough as well. AND, I learned that the day we passed this Brazilian man had to be rescued from the mountain. He is from a very hot part of Brazil and apparently was never a Boy Scout. He was not prepared and wore a windbreaker of some kind and was in hypothermia. Ugh. I am proud to have come through each day.

so there is this book called “God winks” that proposes God winks at us by the signs that he places all around us…if only we notice. If there is one song that has run through my head on this trail and even sung out loud, it is American Pie. We even tried unsuccessfully to get all the verses. That was a few days ago. So imagine today, walking in the rain in Spain (falls mainly in the plains) with no cafes, bars, anything. Some of these areas are really remote and when we happen upon a village, we are so hoping that one of the above will be open for the famous oj or cafe con leche and amazing pastries, sandwiches, etc. ┬áToday was not that day. We ended up in someone’s house for a tea/coffee as there was nothing open in three villages. Apparently, this northern part of Spain (and Spain in general) is depressed economically.

Back to my long story. So it was kindof bleak. Cold, rain and no real oasis. Then round a corner and there is what we would call a food truck, they call a bar, in a field, in the middle of nowhere. I stop at ALL of the little places as they are so few and far between. I truly don’t understand the pilgrims that just keep going. They can’t stop walking…anyway, as I approach, what song is playing? American pie. So this American girl did what any sensible girl would do and ordered the hamburguesa. It was so warm and lovely and helped me move on…:). God winks. Such goodness each day…

trusting that “the Camino provides”…

it does.

love from the rain in Spain…

xoxo mboot marker
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