Waking up this morning I find out there’s less to be concerned about. I’ve only been at it for about a week now, but I’m finding myself very much in a routine. I sleep, I have breakfast, I do the final pack on my bag, I walk, I pray, I drink lots of water, I eat when I’m hungry, I find my room, I get things ready for the next day, and I sleep. That really does sum it up. I know that I always compare things to praying the rosary. Once you figure out the mechanics of it… The Lord prayer, the Hail Mary, the Fatima prayer, etc.… once you figure out all those other things, then you are able to actually pray. It might be the same with this walk. I wonder what is next? As our minds begin to pray more deeply with the rosary, what will we learn/pray/discover/etc. as we walk ?
My opportunity to pray the rosary today was amazing. It was in the ruins of a monastery. That was an existence almost 900 years ago. The brothers were there. I could feel their prayers. I had to make myself get up and move. I would still be sitting there otherwise.
Today was really all about the walk. I think my mental self and my physical self are beginning to meet in a particular place. I think that place will allow me to move forward, but it is a challenge. I have walked more than 17 miles today, which is more than anything I’ve ever walked before. The interesting thing is, I walked that many miles yesterday as well. At some point, the body says, I’m tired!
Later…My feet hurt and there were times when I wondered what the hell I have gotten myself into.
There were still flowers along the way. I think I missed this one by a day or two, but it was still pretty.
I have joined the ranks of the blistered, and it is a crowd pleaser. As much as we do to take care of our feet, it was inevitable. All shall be well. Note to self: don’t take any detours.
This one is for my cat. I’m pretty sure The Queen would appreciate it. Len, don’t take it personal.  She really is a bitch. 
While you are here… Go into the restaurant. Sit in the bar. You will not understand anything that is being said, but it is passionate and there is life. Much life—movie life. Old men that are discussing Catch 22 or whether or not Israel should retaliate against Iran. Who is to say? The beer flows and there are smiles and they are happy. What more could a person want?…. With so many men, I think a few wives would be appreciated.
I am still considering my Facebook post from a couple of days ago. I shall renew it here.
OK, I know I put that somewhere!
Today, the best moment or timeframe was when I was praying my rosary at the monastery that had been built around 1000 years ago. There were red poppies, growing all around, and I could imagine each of them being one of those monks that had lived and prayed in that place. I kept trying to figure out where the sanctuary was located. It was hard to discern. However, you really could feel them all around you. They were there. When you prayed, you knew you were praying with them. It felt as though they were thankful to have someone new praying with them. I was glad that they chose me today.
The photo below is the best I could do today. It would have required me to climb multiple steps to get you a better picture. I was not up for it. Hopefully this one will work.
Finally, there is a story about the water near this place.…
Take care not to drink the water here, neither yourself nor your horse, for it is a deadly river! On the way to Santiago we came across two Navarrese sitting by the bank, sharpening the knives they used to flay pilgrims’ horses which had drunk the water and died. We asked them fi the water was fit to drink, and they lyingly
replied that it was, whereupon we gave it to our horses to drink. Two of them dropped dead at once and the Navarrese flayed them there and then.
In other words, leave your pony at home!
I could be rambling tonight. Sorry. It is 9:12 PM and I need to get ready for tomorrow. I pray you are well.
Did I mention the bells? I don’t know. Oh, well.
I’m too tired to read back over this one to see if there are typos. You can point them out and I will try and correct them, otherwise… Life is better with typos.
17.6 miles/35,002 steps.
410.38 miles to Santiago. I think I will break the 400 mile barrier tomorrow. Tell that to my feet and they may come and kick you! 
The LL Bean poster child says, “Buenas noches.“
Candle in a Cave 
Sleep well.🙏
It’s a mystical place–that point where your body meets a barrier and your mind and spirit carry you through to push back the wall. We should all be testing ourselves like you are. I think that is where freedom is, and where courage is. But I know that is where faith grows. For now, we will continue to live vicariously through your journey. Be safe!
Very true. Thanks for the words of encouragement.
So, now you have me pondering your post regarding the desire for love. Love is a fickle word. There are so many types of love. The perfect love of God, the love for our children, for friends, even for pets. Then there is romantic love. Perhaps it is the word desire that creates a bondage to be freed from. I will continue to ponder. 🤔
Beautiful. I believe we can feel you praying with the monks.
It was an amazing place and I had it to myself for a short time.
“After a day’s walk, everything has twice its usual value.”
G.M. Trevelyan
A shower and a bed… aaahhhhh.
in the magic of things happening , God bless, last year on my Camino I had lots of prayers to do for the people at home, lightend lots of candles in the small churches. its amazing , being there, stepping into this wonder, take good care of your blisters!
It is an amazing journey. Thank you.