We have now been hiking for 12 days straight, and I am feeling like I am in the mental part of the stage. I am in the rountine of getting up early, having my bag packed and ready to go, walking by 7 am and doing it all over again the next day.
As we continue to walk, I am realizing that I don´t need much. Many people at this point in time, start dumping all the useless things they have in their packs. It feels liberating to get rid of baggage. The less I have, the happier I am.
We already walked through three regions in Spain: Basque, Navarra, and La Rijoa. We just entered the Castilla y León. We walked along beautiful vineyards, rolling hills filled with wheat and poppy flowers. The hike has become a rhythem for me. I repeat Poco ó Poco ( little by little) as I put one foot in front of the other. I listen to the sound of my boots hitting the gravel, poco ó poco. I am reminded how slow things are for me when I walk near a highway of fast moving cars and roaring engines, which is a complete contrast to the wind blowing through the wheat fields, and watching it ripple as if it were water.
The Camino forces me to live in a single moment, one step at a time.
I repeat over and over in my head, poco a poco ( little by little) as i put one foot in front of the other. I dream of the Albergue that we will be staying at in the evening. That I can take a shower and I cool down and relax before another hot day tomorrow.
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