St. James Way

37th Hiking Day

On the way from Maneru to probably this one Albergue, where last time Charlotte followed me panting and with a red head. Villamayor something. In addition to the countless bed bug bites, which can now be located more and more precisely on the skin, I seem to have a solid cold. I have a sour throat but I also know that walking through a cold isn't the worst thing. Just hiked with Sam in untroubled moments of happiness. It was nice to talk to her but even better when we waddled in a row and in our own rhythm like a little family of ducks. She is way ahead now, the moment has long been forgotten. But it was a feeling that cannot be written down with the most perfect words. Well, now back to day-to-day business and the details. How my right hand brushed the grass when I whistled "I will wait for you". Not too bad. Camino barrier in front of me. Pretty hot again. But sometimes you can feel so overwhelmed and full of joy on the Camino. I want to call it contentment. Serenity. Introspection. Everything seems to work your way in these moments. The times of work, frustration, anger, disappointment, these times are also there of course. Although I don't want to formulate the ratio at all. But now those times are far away.

I worry very little about what's coming next. Although, if I'm a bit more honest with myself, then I could imagine, for example, the story of a Dutch-German border community. If that's not feasible, then I don't know what would be. But joking aside. It's a nice day. This Christopher definitely goes through some problems. You can feel that. But who doesn't? These on / off stories - at least that's what everyone says - really get to you.

There's no shame in being strong.