Slowing Down (6/30/2016)

The last few days have been AWESOME! We took several rest days to get blister free, we slowed our pace, and life is good!

At a little chapel we went off the trail to visit.

I wouldn’t trade those early, hard days on the Camino because we learned a lot, we saw a lot, we met a lot of interesting folks, and we were forced to go off of plan. (Now, Rachel would probably happily trade those days—they were REALLY hard on her.)

But, we are now in the sweet spot. We can see the end is nearing. AND, we’ve been forced to slow down and soak it in instead of racing to the end.

Since we left Sarria (the starting point for a lot of people on the Camino), we’ve overheard a lot of conversations about how many kilometers people are doing each day in order to make it to Santiago by their deadline. Many are walking 18-20+ miles in a day to keep the pace they need. And, we mentally cheer them on and shake our heads. If there’s one thing we’ve learned on our journey, it’s that everyone is on the OWN journey. You do you…

But I am thankful that we’ve had the bumps along the road that have slowed us down. I know it is in my nature to want to race ahead, especially when the finish line is close. However, over the last 4 days, we have had so much more joy in the journey because we have slowed down.

If we were following our guidebook (see Eric’s post today about our guidebook), we would have traveled from Sarria to Santiago in five stages. We would walk as much as 16 miles in a day. Now, we could do that. But we’ve realized that going at that pace leaves us little time for enjoyment. We would get up and be walking by around 6:30, and we would walk until mid-afternoon, probably stopping 3-4 times along the way for meals, snacks, drinks, and recharging our legs. But, by the time we would get into the village, wash out our clothes, and clean up, we would be too stiff and tired to enjoy much. We would barely make it past dinner time. Into bed by around 9, and back up to do it all again the next day.

Time to enjoy the flowers along the way.

The joy of slowing down has been an overall calm to the day. We can start later; we can walk slower. We get into town between noon and 1, giving us time for a lovely, late lunch. And we can sit outside and visit with some of the people around us. Dinner isn’t rushed because we aren’t exhausted. And we aren’t in a hurry to get to bed.

And the biggest blessing of all—we aren’t tearing our feet up. No blisters; no burning feet walking the last 3-5 miles; no cramps and serious stiffness when we get up from a chair and start walking.

So, we are now 3 walking days from Santiago, which we will pass through on our way to Finisterre. We will rest for a few days in Finisterre (and see the end of the known world during the Middle Ages) and then journey back for our final leg in Santiago. We understand that the HUGE thurible always swings at the Pilgrims Mass on Friday, so our goal is to be there on Friday, July 8.

We are indeed blessed!

Buen Camino, Y'all!

It's Never What You Think (6/27/2016)

Part of our walk path from Sarria to Portomarin.

Today wasn’t what I imagined it would be at all. Well…for the most part.

I was worried about the commercialization of the Camino and feeling sorry for the people who didn’t start until Sarria because I didn’t think they would experience the same types of things we experienced when we started in Roncesvalles. Shouldn’t have worried…

I was right about one thing: there were definitely more people on the Camino today. Lots of what I believe were high school aged kids were on the road today. And the energy was good. There was excitement in the air that I hadn’t felt since our first day in Roncesvalles. People were excited to be on the journey…and it was contagious.

Because I had looked at the map and I had seen quite a few villages along the route, I assumed (yeah, you aren’t supposed to do that…) that it would be a more densely populated area. 

And I feared commercialization. LOL! Most of our journey today was on farm paths, complete with cows blocking our way and LOTS of farm smells on one section of the journey.

Steep descent!

And, as we made our way into Portomarin, there was this downward descent that was STEEP and it was made of rock. At one time, it might have been stairs, but I don’t think so. (Eric's quick turn around picture doesn't do it justice.) We were single file, using our walking sticks. And for Rachel and me, there were some pretty steep steps. This led down the hill into an opening that became the street into Portomarin.

Today was also the day of the dreaded bridge. Eric has been aware of this bridge since we first decided to do the Camino. He’s walked across every other bridge we’ve needed to cross—not without dread, but with a great deal of courage. But, this one, he couldn’t do. There were low rails on the street side, and a narrow walk path that wasn’t wide enough for two people. Oh…and it’s LONG, and reports said that the wind would often gust across the bridge. It was gorgeous, but we had to have a work-around for Eric. That story will probably be in his blog…

The dreaded Portomarin bridge.

It was a good walking day, and we look forward to tomorrow!

Buen Camino!

The Last 100 Kilometers (6/25/2016)

For the past couple of days, we’ve rested and visited the city of Lugo, Spain, that is not along the Camino Frances. We did this because we felt like Rachel’s feet needed a rest, and so we needed to bus ahead. In order to get to Sarria, we had to take a bus to Lugo and transfer to Sarria. Once we looked at Lugo online, we decided it could be a fun place to spend a couple of days, so we did.

Walking the road on the old Roman wall in Lugo.

Now we are set to begin the final legs into Santiago, and I’m beginning to sense a lot of dichotomies. I feel the urge within me to race to the end. I can feel a “let’s get this done!” energy. BUT…because of the feet issues, we are actually stretching out these next several days.

In order to receive the certificate of completion (compostela), one must walk at least 100 km. So, people who have limited time, often start in Sarria. And, if we follow the suggestions of our Camino guidebook, we could finish this up in 5 walking days. But, we would be walking between 13-16 miles each day. And our past experience suggests that we don’t do well walking those distances.

So, my mind is gearing up to “Go, go go!” and our schedule is going “Slow, slow, slow!” We have scheduled shorter distances for the longer walking days. What could have taken us 5 days will now take us 7.

I liked the "Paso Peons" sign.

We’ve walked along very rural regions, along country paths, with limited road walking. And, we’ve had days where it didn’t feel like there were very many people on the road. It’s an illusion, of course. It’s actually amazing to sit someplace and watch the pilgrims pass by. Or to ride a bus and be able to see all the folks on the road.

But, now that we are in Sarria, we know the number of pilgrims will increase dramatically.

We’ve walked in lots of rural, rustic settings. Now we will find out how “commercialized” these last 100 km really will be. We’ve been so pleased with the lack of commercialism so far. In fact, there are days when I have wondered why someone couldn’t put up a lemonade stand on the long stretches in the middle of nowhere.

So here we are:

• ready to be done, but slowing down
• going from the relative calm of the trail, to the last 100 km of “busy”
• going from quiet, contemplative trails, to what we expect to be crowded paths

And, I wonder, what will God show us on this leg of the journey? And what will we find in Santiago? And, finally, at Finisterre?

The Communal Camino Lesson 2 (6/23/2016)

Yesterday, I came across a lady that we have talked with several times along the Camino. She is an older lady from South Africa—and that’s what I call her—South Africa. (And she calls us “Wisconsin.”) We’ve ended up staying in several of the same hotels as we’ve journeyed. And we’ve cheered each other on as we pass each other on the walks.

Ponferrada

Yesterday when we met, she and I were talking about taking a bus out of Ponferrada, and I told her that Eric and I had just come from buying bus tickets and I told her how to get there. She said, “You’re my angel of the Camino today!” And we talked about how every day, we seem to have angels along the way. These are the people who offer words of encouragement, cheer us on, affirm the path we are taking, share insights, or help us translate.

The Camino is full of angels. But, I think that might be because we are all challenged on the Camino. It would be TOUGH to do the Camino on your own. And I don’t really think any of us were designed to do something like the Camino strictly on our own. We may have moments of solitude, but it is a communal journey.

Communal Life :)

On the Camino, we are so out of our element. Most of us have never been here before. Many of us don’t speak Spanish. And, because we walk (well, mostly…), we are moving slow enough to take the time to talk with each other. We move slow enough to recognize each other at a cafe or rest place somewhere down the road. And, we aren’t embarrassed when we don’t know names—we assign names like “Team Wisconsin,” “South Africa” and “Belgium,” and we greet each other in that manner. We check in with one another and see how the day has gone. We talk about where we are headed next and how we are getting there.

And, because the Camino can be brutal, almost all of us have stories to tell of blisters, hip & knee pain or other walking-related maladies. We can commiserate and offer advice.

But back to the idea that the Camino is a communal journey…Isn’t that true of our daily lives too? God didn’t create us to do things on our own. He created us in community, to do life in community. We need God and we need each other. On the Camino, it’s easy to go slow and notice each other. But how do we do that on a daily basis? How can we be angels to the people around us? I guess that’s one of the things I’ll be working on when I get back home…

Buen Camino!

The Sacred and Holy (6/21/2016)

Today we were at the pinnacle of our journey! Literally, we were at the highest place we will be on our journey to Santiago, even higher than our highest point in the Pyrenees. We did some serious climbing to get there, ascending over 300 meters on this leg of the journey. Keep in mind that we’ve been gradually ascending for days now to get us to this point.

The climb was good. Rachel was able to put on her hiking boots for the first time in weeks, which was a real blessing because the path was all natural, rocky, and muddy in some places. The views were stunning. 

But, every thing in life cannot be perfect and for us today our challenge was FLIES! It was like Amityville! For at least half of the climb, there would be this little hoard of flies that would hover around our heads. It wasn’t like we were walking through flies that were swarming around the grass, trees, etc. No, a group of flies would pick a person and just buzz around, land on us, especially hats and heads and make the trip with us—our own little hoard of flies for this special journey. Afterward, Eric wondered how hard the climb would have been without the flies. Because we couldn’t really focus so much on the climb because the flies were so dang pesky. At a rest stop (where there were still flies, but not as many), one of the pilgrims commented that even the bikers were having problems with the flies.

Cruz de Ferro

Today was also a special day because we came to the Cruz de Ferro—a cross atop of mound of rocks. The tradition is to bring a rock with you (which we did) and lay it at the feet of this cross. If you’ve watched The Way, you will remember that this is a solemn and sacred scene—very poignant in the movie. We had looked forward to our own scene. But, alas, today the vibe was more of a photo op and the feeling of the sacred or holy was lost—at least for me. I enjoyed the moment, and I took advantage of the photo op, but was a little disappointed.

From the Cruz de Ferro, we descended a bit and came to the non-village of Manjarin. It has a sole occupant (yep, one)—a brother Tomas. There is a place to hang out and rest, and a wonderful sign that Rachel wanted a picture of.

This is Rachel's sign with distances to various locales.

The descent from Manjarin is a long and dangerous one that drops from a high of 1515 meters down to 610 meters over a distance of 10 kilometers. Rachel does ascents like a beast! But descending kills her knees and the blisters on the bottom of her foot, so we made arrangements to have a taxi pick us up and deliver us to the next village. And, this is when I found my sacred moment.

Two days ago, we had run into a group of men at an early stop at a coffee shop as we were leaving Leon. One guy in particular, Jose, was very kind and talkative. We learned in bits and pieces as we met at rest stops along the way that they were a group of 8 guys walking from Leon to Santiago over a two week period. They are from Miami, and they are all members of the same congregation (and their priest is one of the pilgrims in this group.) Most of these guys speak Spanish. And, like us, there are injuries and various abilities, so they walk when they can, and they ride when they can’t.

This is Jose and members of the Miami 8.

At Manjarin, we needed to make a final call to our taxi to let them know we were indeed ready for pick up. Eric asked if one of the guys in their group would call for us in Spanish, which they readily did. They also made arrangements to go down the hill with us and when all was said and done, we had 9 in a van with 7 seats tooling down a winding mountain pass!

While we were waiting for the taxi to arrive, someone came out of the little shop and asked if we spoke Spanish. I pointed them to Jose. He happily went in and helped sort out what was needed. Then he went over to a group of oriental college age people and was talking to one who had injured an ankle and was providing comfort.

Going down the hill (careening, at times) our merry band engaged the driver in his native language. I’m not sure what all was said, but I’m pretty sure Jose was trying to convince our driver (Luis) that country music was the best. I heard “Nashville” a lot, and a country tune was played on a cell phone.

The view as we are careening down the mountain.

Jose had the driver drop us off first in Ponferrada, and they continued to where Jose was staying. The rest of his band had already gotten out in another city to finish the walk into Ponferrada.

So, where was my sacred and holy moment? It wasn’t just a single event. It was watching and participating with a group of people who were celebrating and enjoying life. Helping people in the moment. Laughing with each other, and bringing other people in to join them. Life lived to the fullest—now THAT’S a sacred moment…well….LOTS of sacred moments. 

A lifetime full of sacred moments: That's my goal!

Buen Camino, my friends!

We Take the Good With the Bad (6/20/2016)

Today, I thought my post was going to be about taking the good with the bad--not only on the Camino, but in real life. But Rachel and Eric both got time on the computer before me, and I think their posts are saying pretty much the same thing. So, please enjoy the Camino from their perspectives today. :)

Eric's post: http://sabbathcamino.weebly.com/blog/days-17-20

Rachel's post: https://ramills03.wordpress.com/2016/06/20/12-facts-i-made-up/

The Camino Saga Continues (6/18/2016)

I’ve been quiet on the Camino for the last few days for several reasons. First and foremost, our internet has been spotty, at best. We’ve been able to hang out at cafes and check email and post a picture or two, but haven’t really had time to write much and get pictures uploaded.

And, as I ruminate on things, I haven’t seemed to settle on a little nugget of truth or a “secret of the day” that I’ve wanted to encapsulate.

We’ve had blessings and we’ve had challenges. In my last post, I linked to Rachel’s post about what I will call her breaking point. The next several days were a series of what I might call mini breaking points. Not bad things…but things that helped us look at things from different perspectives.

After Rachel hobbled into Fromista, Eric and I walked the next leg and called a taxi for Rachel. She met us at the hostel where we were staying in Carrion de los Condes. While that was a good choice for that day, we decided that we weren’t doing that again; we either all walk, or we all ride. And, we began to look at adjusting our walk. We knew we couldn’t do 15+ mile days with Rachel’s feet/knee/blister issues, so we either needed to slow down or ride ahead. After realizing that there were no hotels/hostels to be found in Leon for the weekend, we decided that an early bus ride to Leon would be best. Here, I’ll link you to Eric’s blog for an explanation of how we arrived in Leon: http://sabbathcamino.weebly.com/blog/days-15-16.

Leon was a lovely city, but I have to say that it didn’t call to me like Burgos did. I’m sure that was partly due to the fact that it was cool, cloudy and rainy while we were there, and we were trying to give Rachel’s body a chance to mend.

Our time in Leon included a Sabbath rest day. This one was practically a “forced” Sabbath because the apartment where we stayed had NO (that’s NO!) internet. So, we couldn’t lounge around on the couch and connect with friends or family via internet. We were forcibly disconnected. (At this point in the story, I think God is sniggering over my shoulder!). But, it gave us another opportunity to try Sabbath rest. Opportunity to talk about what Sabbath means. And a chance to play a rousing game of “heads up” while we waited for dinner time (7 p.m., if you are lucky, maybe not until after 8). I’m still working on this idea, and certainly not sure what God is asking me to do as a Sabbath rest.

Rachel inhales a monster bite of tortilla patate.

We have now pushed ahead on our Camino journey to the point where we can take shorter walks each day. Instead of going 15 or more miles in a day, we are shooting for 8-10. And instead of pacing at 3 mph or more, we are forcing ourselves to slow our walking pace. It’s funny how much more you notice when you take smaller steps at a slower rhythm.

And yesterday, we took a pleasant walk into Villar de Mazarife. This particular village is off the main camino route, but was a recommended detour both in the guidebook that we are following and based on my friend, Michelle’s, recommendation. We stayed at a lovely private albergue with a great staff and really, really good cooking! It was one of the “gems” of the Camino.

Today brought us into the village of Hospital de Orbiga, where there is this awesome bridge with a story of a knight defending his honor. We look out our hotel room at the view of this bridge.

The bridge at Hospital de Orbigo, where a knight defended his honor.

And, we strategize. Remember back several posts ago (6/8), where I talked about trying to live a little more spontaneously? Walking until we were tired and finding a place? Yeah…that never happened. :) We (mostly Eric) are strategists. We need to know what lies ahead. Part of our journey is the planning. And while I wanted to try things differently…the Camino gives us what we need.

And, given Rachel’s challenges, we need to strategize. We need to look ahead and see what the day holds. Is the terrain too hilly? Is the walk path too rough? How far can we walk today and not wear her out? At this point on our journey, I am even more thankful that Eric is the strategist. 

So, we learn again and again that there is no wrong way to do the Camino. We do what we can. We enjoy the view; we enjoy each other; we meet interesting people along the way; and we journey together. It’s an adventure, after all!

A Day in the Life (6/13/2016)

Since we've been on the Camino for over two weeks now, I think I'm comfortable saying we've settled into a routine. Today was a little different so I'll walk you through both.

Generally, we get up around 6:00 and the three of us can be ready to go by around 6:45. Today, our journey was going to take us up to a high flat place (elevation of 1050 meters--with a 12% grade!) so we decided to get up earlier and try to catch the sunrise. My alarm went off at 5:30. That's not too bad because we are generally in bed by 10.

The first thing we usually have to do is find the way from our hostel/hotel to the Camino. Some days, like today, we open our door and step onto the Camino. Other days, we have to wander a bit to reconnect to our path. Then there is the walk to get out of town. We used to try to leave, for the most part, in silence. But we have learned that we need to communicate so that we make sure we follow the camino path out of town. 

Once we know we are on our way, we all pull out headphones. I think Eric is generally listening to a book during this time. Rachel and I listen to music. I've got several playlists that I can choose from. Some are old favorites and some I built specifically for the Camino.

Today, I started out listening to my "Jesus tunes" playlist, which was an excellent choice. I didn't realize how many of my Jesus songs referenced light. So, as we make our way to the hill we are about to ascend (and as we are crossing an old Roman bridge) I've got "Bless the Lord, Oh My Soul, also known as 10,000 Reasons, by Chris Tomlin playing in my ear: "The sun comes up, it's a new day dawning..." and on the song goes. If you don't know the song, pull it up on YouTube or something. It’s worth listening to!

Anyway, on a typical morning, we are three silent pilgrims, one behind the other, for about an hour, maybe more. Rachel is generally in the lead. She's the injured one, so we let her set the pace. And, especially when she is listening to her tunes, she sets a pretty good pace. Except for steep inclines and mean descents, we are generally on about a 3 mph pace.

After maybe and 1.5 hrs, one of us calls for food. It might be that we've come to a cafe and can order cafe con leche with tortilla patate and maybe some fresh squeezed orange juice (yum!). Sometimes that means pulling over and dragging out a snicker bar and/or banana and a bottle of water. Then we are back on the road. If the path is particularly difficult, we may put our headphones on again, or maybe we will just walk in silence, or we may chat a bit.

I would guess that about every hour, we pull over for just a bit so that I can take off my backpack. Today was a little better, so maybe I'm getting stronger, or more used to the pack.

As we walk, we take pics of things we find interesting, we stop and look at where we've been, and we pull out our guidebook to see what's ahead. Generally, 3-4 hours into our walk, we pull over somewhere to rest. Again, it might be a cafe, it might be a picnic table along the way, a shaded bench in a park, or just somewhere along the side of the road.

And, I would say that when we are maybe 1-1.5 hours away from our final destination, we generally go back to our headphones. On this leg, Rachel is generally listening to a book, and her pace slows a little (for which I am grateful!). I’m still listening to music, and I think Eric is, too. I’ve noticed that it is helpful to me, especially for steep inclines, to have a beat to step to.

Today was a particularly long day, and we knew that lots of stops would be in order because Rachel’s blisters continue to multiply and her foot and knee are not happy with her. So, after we climbed the 12% grade to a height of 1050 meters, walked across the top (Meseta) and descended again to 350 meters at a 12% grade, we found a lovely cafe and rested…for quite a while… with our cafe con leche, and tortilla palate.

We walked on another 2 hours or more before we stopped for lunch. We usually don’t have lunch until early afternoon after we’ve located our place for the evening. But, as I said, today was a long day and rests were called for. This was a fun stop because from the outside it looked like an old barn, and I think all of us were questioning our wisdom in stopping there. But, it was definitely a case of not judging a book by its cover. Inside was a mini oasis! Lush green grass, a small pool, shaded tables, and a wonderful waiter named Eduardo. We ate…and we rested…and we got to know Eduardo and took his picture.

And then we walked more. Another 2 hours or so. This time, we left Rachel on the outskirts of town while we located the hotel. It saved her feet the steps of locating the place…and today, all steps were precious. For more details, read this: https://ramills03.wordpress.com/2016/06/13/humble-pie/.

On a normal day, we might stop twice before we reach our destination. These are longer stops where we eat, use restrooms, sometimes take off shoes to rest the feet and check for blisters and hot spots.

Once we get into a village, we might stop in at the tourist information office, get a map of the city, ask questions and get a peregrino stamp. Once we find our place, it might be time to find a light lunch or snack, take our showers and wash our clothes and get them hung to dry. Most stores and places close for siesta from around 2-5, so there is little to do but rest. Which is good; we need rest! Most restaurants don’t start serving dinner until after 7, which is a change for us. And by the time we have finished dinner and picked up snacks or other needs for the next day(s) ahead, we are ready to find our room and settle down for the night.

And that brings us full circle, my friends! A day in the life…

Buen Camino!

Sunday: A Day of Musing (6/12/2016)

First a correction from my last post: I mis-spoke about the size of the upcoming villages. I couldn't find the one that is population 20. Last night we stayed in the village of Hornillos, population 60. 

I think this is the only street through Hornillos, population 60!

I’ve decided I (mostly) like to walk and I suspect that I will miss long walks when life returns to normal. It is a gift to wake up in the morning and only have one thing to do: walk. And generally, we are done by around 1. This is a good thing, because we can get into our place for the night, take showers and wash out our laundry, and then start thinking about dinner.

But, I digress…

What I like about walking is the chance to just let my brain wander. I appreciate the chance to ponder things. I stroll along, sometimes with tunes playing in my ear, and I pray for people who come to mind, especially those who have sought our prayers for particular issues, and I pray for our St Anne’s family who recently lost a son far too young.

I think about what God is showing me as the “secret of the day.” And I walk.

Today, my musing was about something Rachel and I have talked about several times. As we journey, it is important to turn around occasionally and see where we’ve been. We do this fairly often as we reach a peak or a high point. It’s fun to turn around and see the path off in the distance and think, “Wow, we made it through all of that!”

It seems like current thought processes are trending on “Don’t look back. Keep moving forward.” And while I do think it is important to keep our primary focus on the here and now and look forward to what lies ahead, I still think it is important to take a moment every so often and look back at where we’ve been. To acknowledge the challenges, the struggles and the low points that have formed us, strengthened us, and guided us to where we are today.

Now, I will say that it’s probably not a good idea to look back during the low points. We don’t see much, so the past isn’t very clear. It’s far better to look back after a heaving climb. Catch your breath, look around and celebrate where you’ve been.

Ok. This one isn't looking back. It's looking into the town where we're spending the night. :)

Buen Camino, Y’all!

Post While We Can! (6/10/2016)

It's kinda like "Smoke 'em if you've got 'em". :) I wasn't planning on posting anything today, but then I got to thinking about the fact that we are currently in Burgos, a city of about 180K, and we are heading into a week of VERY small villages. When I say small, I mean SMALL. Like one of the villages that is listed as a final stage destination is reported to have a population of 20. TWENTY?!? Does that even qualify as a village? More like a large family, right?

So, since we have blessedly good wifi, I thought I'd better take advantage of it. Who knows when we will be able to post again.

We jumped to Burgos (by bus) to give us a chance to walk the Meseta, through these upcoming small villages, and go more slowly. Funny, right? Speed up to take more time? It makes sense in our world. :)

Panoramic Shot of the Burgos Cathedral.

Burgos is impressive! Their cathedral is magnificent and we are staying on the Plaza Mayor, which is a main plaza that is circular and sort of makes me think of a Disney version of a European village. I've taken a panoramic picture to help you see, but I don't know how well it will work.

Panoramic view of the Plaza Mayor. This is a circular plaza. 

Dave, I spent some time on the bus today brainstorming with Rachel about some devotion ideas for the EPH devotional book. We've learned some really good lessons along the Camino. We are about 1/3 of the way through our journey, so we have plenty of opportunity to learn even more.

Blessings from the Camino!

Back on the Road! (6/8 - 6/9/2016)

Days 8 & 9 (6/9/2016)

Buen Camino!

Today finds us in the charming village of Santo Domingo. I had a lovely post that I had written yesterday, but we seem to be forever plagued with computer and/or internet issues, so I think I’ve lost that post for now.

Yesterday was a gift of the Camino. We ended up taking the bus from Logrono to Najera because of Rachel’s foot. It was going to be a long walk (about 18 miles) and we didn’t want to get out on the road and have foot problems AND a long walk ahead of us.

Because we had taken a rest day in Logrono, we were pretty sure that we had lost our Camino buddies, figuring they had walked on ahead of us. Imagine our delight when a lady walked up to us in the evening, whom we affectionately call “Canada”. We first talked with her at the Alto de Perdon, and it was lovely to see her again. She sat and visited with us a bit and we talked about taking the bus, Rachel’s foot, and her own decision to slow down her journey. 

One of the things Canada (Jan) said that resonated with all of us was this: There’s no “right” way to do the Camino. We just do what we can do and we don’t worry about the rest.

Today was a good day, with a number of questions answered. We discovered that Rachel can indeed walk. She set a good pace for us today and isn’t struggling too bad. Her new phrase is: It’s fine! Which I interpret to mean: I’m dealing with it.

Look closely and you'll see an imprint of a shell on Rachel's left calf. Notice also the foot brace and the knee brace on the other leg.

And when I look around me at our fellow pilgrims, I believe there are quite a few who are in lots worse shape than us, judging by the way they walk.

We’ve figured out that most of our blisters have gone away, or they have gotten significantly better. And we have discovered that we aren’t as winded going up the hills as we once were and that our calf and thigh muscles have gotten stronger.

In the next week or so, we will enter several days along the Meseta—a flat plain with very small villages (populations ranging from 20 to less than a 1000 souls), where hotels aren’t so plentiful. So, we are considering a new strategy—walking until we are tired and finding an albergue (pilgrim hostel) to spend the night. This, I think, will be a challenge for Eric. He is a planner and a contingency manager. He wants to know his next step. 

It feels to me like this will be a leap of faith—trusting that God will provide what we need as we need it. (And hopefully, He will keep bedbugs far from us!)

We will see how it goes. Of course, Rachel is the adventurer. She looks forward to trying out the albergues. Flying by the seat of the pants is just her thing. So, we will see!

Thanks for your continued prayers and words of encouragement!