My friend and pseudo guide Meg uses this wonderful expression, 'you do you. ' It means you should set your own pace and take care of your own way. The destination may be the same, the journey, however, can be different. It took me several days to figure this out and truly understand what Meg meant. 

Meg walks really fast. Up hills and down. She never loses stride or focus until she has to stop and pee. Seriously.  For the first several days I tried to keep pace, but several blisters later, I realized I needed to find my own rhythm. Today I did just that. And as I wandered, my maverick soul filled. I embraced the rocky coastline, which is so like the northeast! I untethered a horse that was tangled in its chain. I stopped and spoke to a Spanish bicyclist who was from Madrid. I met pilgrims from Croatia, Germany, Canada, and Spain. I whistled at a long eared donkey to get his attention.  And I sang and hummed and whistled as I meandered from the path overlooking the sea and then up into the wooded farmland and then down again. 

 

You do you.

On the trail. 

And off. 

Always.

 

Trail (b)log riffing: 

'All Who Wander Are Not Lost' . Well, sometimes those who wander are lost.  Especially if it's the end of a really long day and you are trying to find your hotel and you get poor directions that lead straight up the mountain. And you have three new blisters and are exhausted.  Then take a cab.

The coastline of Portugal and Spain are rocky and beautiful and eerily familiar to our Rhode Island shores. Different coast...same sea....all one.

We are following yellow arrows through Europe. Seriously.  Arrows.

Blisters are no joke. 

there are so many kind people on the trail, beyond kind! 

Pilgrims all make some sort of noise: singing, whistling...humming.... I have now picked it up...

I have the best hat on the Camino...thank you Liza for recommending Walleroo!!!

feathers and heart shaped stones are strewn everywhere in my path.

The ocean owns my soul.

Beware the bedbug.  

Craggy coastlines make me long for home. But I'm not ready for this to end yet.

 

 

Doesn't do it justice. 

Doesn't do it justice. 

Never lose sight of the yellow arrow... 

Never lose sight of the yellow arrow... 

Uphill.... Meg in distance  

Uphill.... Meg in distance

 

Breakfast... Every morn...

Breakfast... Every morn...

Look at those E-A-R-S... 

Look at those E-A-R-S... 

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