Once again the air is filled with the sound of foreign voices. They’re excited, they want to talk. Sometimes they ask where I’ve started. When I say St. Jean I hear a little sucking in of the breath and then a low “Wow, you’re doing the whole thing.”
And I say to myself, “I have been doing this for quite a while.” My rhythm is that of the Camino.
Walk Wash Eat Sleep
What will my rhythm be when I return home?
I did hit a milestone today.
100 kilometers to the Cathedral of Santiago.