Settling in…

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I LOVE Spain.

so I have never been here before and the more I experience it, the more I love it. First it is beautiful, clean, old, charming, chic, and now YUMMY! Ok so tonight I experienced my first tapas bar…holy cow octopus was great…I had not idea what I was picking, you just point to it and enjoy. I am eating my way across Spain. And walking. I eat everywhere. Not even hungry and I eat. Why? Oh my…they have these machines in each little place where you throw oranges in the top and fresh oj comes out. I try for one of those every day. And Spanish “tortillas”? They are this yummy egg frittata type thing with all kinds of goodness inside-usually potatoes and onion, but today I happened into this little place that had five kinds and I wasn’t hungry I just had to try one. ¬†Have I mentioned the pastries? ..they seem French…croissants everywhere, chocolate even…and then there is the wine…

15 miles a day is not enough to cover what I am eating!

So they say that the first week is physical and the second is mental and after that? I guess that I will have to wait and see…

this physical part is settling in…I have seen such suffering of people’s bodies and yet they make the next goal…blisters, shoe problems, knee problems, heel and arch…it is all there. These folks soldier on. Yet there is a peace and a joy to it as well…we each recognize the gift that this suffering is…hmmm….does that even make sense? I understood that kind of suffering and joy with labor twice…

so after the tapas bar tonight these crazy brazilians (and they are a fun crazy bunch) made dinner here in the Refugio that I was required to also consume of two kinds of risotto et al. I am back in the group dorm sleeping tonight giving it a go again. ¬†Being a true pilgrim with everyone else. The last few nights I have stayed in a private room somewhere trying to get this body sleep while it adjusts…some kind of sleeping pill is being gifted to me and here I go. It is so bizarre sleeping in bunks with boys and girls mixed and strangers…some I know, most I don’t, many I recognize from the trail.

Love from Spain…

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the rain in Spain falls mainly in the plains…

apparently that is the middle part….unending flatness that some people take a bus through! Imagine that! The beginning third is so mountainous, and the end third is as well, and pilgrims go mad with the middle! Hmmm…

there is also some kind of symbolism to the past present and future of these thirds…stay tuned. Xoxo

tapas dorm

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