I'm in Estella. It is a beautiful town of 15, 000 and I am being a tourist this afternoon. I have gone from hero (over the Pyrenees!) to zero (it's 30 degreees and an old knee injury is hurting) in one day. And that's real life and the allegory of the camino. ... flying high then crash and burn. But also true is the unexpected joy or gift when things seem hard.
I am sitting in a little church square with a fountain splashing behind me. It is shady and 530 pm. The honking big church in front of me is chiming every 15 minutes. I'm about to find a meal and then stroll taking photoes. Today I was walking by 7 am but I am doing less than 20 km these days. It is stinking hot and I am listening to my aches. Iam at a hostel tonight with an English man and his grown daughter. He has a very sore knee. She has a blister on the side of her heel that terrifies me (tho I didn't say that). Tomorrow I will pass by the fountain that spews wine, drink some from my pilgrim shell and walk on. I'll post more when I have wifi. (Please tell dr. Buzz that the pole advice was priceless.)
Some of you should consider doing this. It is life-changing!
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