Arcade to Pontevedra

Nice walk today. Weather was decent, humid, thick clouds. My clothes were clean and dry but even with multiple passes with the blow dryer, my shoes and insoles were still a little damp. I kept part of my awareness on my feet, as always, watching for hot spots. I adjusted the laces a couple times, and, knock on wood, all’s good with my feet.
A long slow up climb, mostly in the woods or past farms. Then pretty steep down paths. I had wanted to stop at a particular village but there was no Bolt or Uber service so I kept on and I kept on, walking all the way to my hotel, praying for strength throughout the last 2 miles.

Pontevedra is a hopping city. Even at 8:30pm, there’s very active street noise.

Inner Journey: I came upon a section of big rocks like with the old Roman roads. “Oh, I hate these rocks, its so easy to twist an ankle.” Relieved when a dirt path appeared 40 yards up the hill, then discouraged when there was another stretch of the big rocks. I thought, hating them isn’t going to help, so what if I say I love them? So I did, on all the stretches of rocks. I suspected that loving them would either remove them from my testing grounds or I would actually transform my relationship to them. It did become more fun. I wonder if I could approach other things/people/situations with that attitude, would my experience of them shift?

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