Camino Day Twelve

The Camino has taken a toll.  I'm currently sitting outside a train station, with a few other casualties.  We are waiting for one of our fellow peregrinos who is at the doctor, and then we will gladly be taking a  train to our next destination.   I have a blister on the ball of my foot I've walked on for 60+ miles, and at this point, my foot is practically sprained.  Luckily not painful, but also not functional.

I have very little access to the Internet, especially because we usually arrive at out destination late and quite tired, and then self-maintenance comes first.  We are usually sleeping in churches or schools, and they always turn the lights out at 10PM.  They come back on promptly at 7. 

All this being said, the trip has been incredible.  It has actually been really nice not to have much access to anything other than the Camino.  I am very much "in the zone".  I usually pack a little food for the day, and then just take off.  There are a handful of us that travel as a loose group, from all over.  Lots of different languages to listen to.  Curiously, I've only met one American so far, and no one from the UK.

I really get to space out.  The route is fairly easy to follow.  We take breaks whenever, but I wouldn't mind going slower.  Right now, we are walking about 18 miles a day, which definitely gets long.  But mentally, I'm just drifting through northern Spain.  It is really beautiful.  Similar to the California coastline, but more expansive, rugged, and empty.  Lots of old stone farm houses and beautiful old abandoned buildings.  Way greener and way cleaner.  And the ocean is so clear and clean.  I think this part of Spain may be the most beautiful place I know of.  I've really been enjoying spacing out, just floating through the country side.  I hope to return sometime.

Hopefully I'll be able to remember enough to tell some stories, but we'll see!