The Meseta

Just a quick note, to put you all at ease. The melancholy left me once I started walking on the Meseta.. .

Last night someone asked me why I was doing the Camino. I could not really give them an answer.

All of you are sending me lovele messages saying, clear your head, fight your demons, leave everything behind.. ..

Am I doing any of this. . I honestly do not know.

Am I clearing my Head : I dont know
Am I getting answers : I dont know
Am I leaving things behind : I dont know

Maybe at some unconscious level I am doing some clearing etc. but honestly right now I feel as if all I am doing is putting one foot in front of the other to get to the next town.

I am walking easier and finding my rythm, nearly 3 weeks into the camino. . . blisters getting better. . . feet not so sore anymore. . . hmmm. . . I can do a rhyme here. . . sore, more, blore, blore, blore. . .

The lesson that I am learning is that maybe I am doing the Camino to learn to slow down instead of speeding up. . .

Until next time, because this flicking keyboard is driving me up the ancient walls of this village. . .where am I again today . . . oh yes . .. Hontana. . .

It is difficult to believe that I have been walking for nearly three weeks now. . . time passes without me really having any idea of what day of the week it is. . .

Nearly half way. . .

Much love,

Wild Peregrino. .