St. James Way

52nd Hiking Day

On the way to Astorga. Today I am totally desperate. The contradiction to my trust in God, which should actually exclude this state of mind, creates additional pressure. Not exactly helpful in this situation. Yesterday I had a phone call with Paul for half an hour, but that didn't really help either, even if he means very well. I've been walking these shitty streets for three days straight. I just can't bring myself in a good mood. On the other hand, it's only 8:38 in the morning. I shouldn't give up this day yet. What I realized yesterday during the phone call with Paul: what I will do professionally afterwards is not even on my agenda. I am not even asking myself the question. Subconsciously, I seem to have come to terms with the fact that I will return to the field of labour law. It isn't the worst.

I have one wish for today: I want to see the Gaudi House from the inside.

"My dear Doctor Watson." How many wonderful hours I spent reading through the Sherlock Holmes novels. Had an impact on me immediately. An ideal Victorian world. Or the cat king »Mauzenberger«. Also a gold piece in my memory. Let's see, what else? This one »TKKG« story when they went to holiday camp. What else? »Janosch's Traumstunde«, of course. But that was television.

Move on, mon capitain. Astorga is waiting and the area becomes lovely and untouched again. A new game wants to be dared. Chocolate has to be tried.

I wish that I had all the troubles already behind me and that I could only live in peace and quietness. Technically not feasible, of course. Yet I'm not alone. Today I wish for a miracle, whatever that may be.

Love makes us do crazy things. In just one instant it can shift well-established priorities. It's amazing how we keep acting the same ways. Also between corn fields on the final spurt to Astorga.