54th Hiking Day
On the way to Ponferrada. Started walking today at 6:10 a.m. Found out afterwards that it was already 7:10 am due to the time change. Most wonderful landscape. At Cruz de Ferro alone, prayed, also for Grandma. Now I'm sitting here in a café in El Acebo, which is run by a German. Really nice to speak German again. I also walked past this crazy "Knight Templar" Tomek and his albergue. No particular incident. Shot a nice sunrise photo. But for now, bocadillo with soup.
How they all rush through here. It's a miracle that nobody has broken his feet yet. It goes downhill very steeply here. And me, the poorest of poor ... no, on it goes. Even if my self-confidence has hit bottom and the bed bugs bite wherever they can ... I can't believe that I have to write this down now as if all 54 hiking days were for nothing, yet: why do I feel so damn small and without the slightest confidence? I'm so shaky right now, you could blow me away with one single breath of air. Every misspoken word cuts right into me. Every tap knocks me out. But I still write, my good sir.
Nevertheless: I acknowledge that I have problems to solve. But I don't have to solve them all at once.
The way I was rushing down the mountain over hill and dale, that was so awesome. Almost jumped my way down and with seven-league boots. Like a god. Nevertheless: I am the least of all beings. Small and weak. Almost disappearing.
Perhaps alcohol is the solution: I can't think of anything more clever today.
