I have a book that counts down the km for me and tells me how many km between each city/village.
Last night I made pasta for me and Terri (Australia), I´m exhausted and go to bed as soon as we finish dinner (9pm).
We have no deadline for being out of the Albergue today so I get up a little later and leave about 8:40. My feet are feeling pretty good-actually the rest of my body is too.. until we hit the first inclines. My legs are completely spent from yesterday´s climbing. I move at a snail´s pace!
Often, you have a choice (I´d rather not have one) as to which path you want to take. Usually, only 2 choices, you don´t make your own way through Spain- at least not until today! I missed a marker somewhere along the way and came to a T in the road. To the right, was Sarria, where I eventually need to be. I go right. It´s a nice road, quiet, fairly level, but no way markers and not a single person in sight. I decide that the road leads to Sarria and there´s no way that I am back tracking.
I wave down a car and ask if this is the Camino. I decipher his Spanish, and decide that if I stay on the road, I will end up where I need to be. About 3km later, someone emerges from the woods ( a pilgrim), crosses the road to a path. Perfect! I´m in the right place, and I think my way was much easier on my feet and knees. I was feeling pretty pleased with myself, even though it was accidental.
I guess you could say I (inadvertantly) took the ¨road less traveled¨.
A new feeling today, probably from pushing the limits yesterday, I took off my pack and literally, felt like I was floating. No kidding!
I didn´t plan on walking all the way to Sarria today and I promise myself that I will make tomorrow a shorter day.
Until next time...