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Videos - En Route to Estella Feet are Hurting US Pilgrims A bit of everything today Manfred Uphill Struggle from Puente La Reina Roman Roads Arrival in Estella
It’s 8 a.m. and I’m on my way out of Viana and it’s a cool, fresh morning. It’s so cold I’ve had to do up the top button of my shirt 🙂 I’m now very comfortable finding my way with my eyes constantly scanning the walls and the buildings and the pavements every time I come to a junction, it’s become natural now to look for the sign of the shells or the yellow arrows.
I’m probably not far from Hornillos now, steadily climbing over the hill that I know comes before the village. It’s one of those hills that gently rises and you think you’ll come to the top, only to find another gentle rise before you as you come around the bend.
As I’m walking through this beautiful countryside today, I’m just reflecting on whether my decision was right to make this a solo journey. I think for me at this particular time, it was the right decision. Of course everyone walks the Camino at different stages of their life, and for many different reasons.
I was pondering on this this morning. It’s an overcast day, which always seems to affect my mood. But it wasn’t just that. I feel like I’ve gone through an enormous transformation already on this Camino. There was the physical stage, initially just getting used to the walk. Then I guess you would call it the stage of relaxation as I started to get into the rhythm of the walk.
Today was not easy. For many reasons. Some of those internal struggles have resurfaced, and took up much of my thinking time today. But also of concern, was the physical. About 5 kilometers from Leon I started getting pains in the front of my shins. Oh no, I thought, not shin splints!
I’ve tried to take it easy today to give my legs a bit of a break so it’s been slow and easy. And of course more chances to reflect. At lunch yesterday in Leon, I was sharing some Camino stories with three other guys that I have met off and on over the last couple of weeks. And we all came to the conclusion that sharing these stories with someone who hasn’t walked the Camino, who hasn’t gone through the physical, emotional and spiritual journey, is sometimes very difficult.
As I sit in the dining room of the Hostal Don Suero in Hospital de Órbigo, I look over the ancient bridge where Don Suero conducted his battles in 1434. A number of kids from the town are gathering in the old jousting area. Whilst eating, I glanced up out of curiosity to see what they were up to. It soon becomes apparent that this is a rehearsal for some sort of festival.
Heading towards Foncebadon and the Cruz de Ferro I'm excited about this day and tomorrow. Tonight I climb the hills up to Foncebadon, above Rabanal. So that early tomorrow I can reach the Cruz de Ferro soon after dawn... Departing Astorga Santa Catalina...
I wanted to make sure that I got to the Cross before big crowds of pilgrims got there. So as breakfast started at 6:30 at the hostel, I was on my way by 6:50. The walk up to the cross from Foncebadon was only about two and a half kilometers and it was a glorious walk in the early morning, with the crisp air, and great views looking back across the way we had come.
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