I didn’t write much yesterday. I was done. Not physically, I feel absolutely fine, and not emotionally, I am happy as can be, but mentally.
The Meseta ends tomorrow, first over lightly rolling hills, then steeply up and down into Ponferrada. The past week from Burgos, through endless wheat and sunflower fields, has given me a chance to think and clear my mind, just as Navarra and La Rioja shaped my body. Those final 300 to Santiago will be in service of the soul, and yes, there will very likely be tears.
I can’t believe how fast the past 200 went by, deep in thought, plodding along the roads and over dirt tracks. I hope the next 200 will feel longer, I don’t want this to end.Read more