The blog is in my temporary hands today because someone left their phone charger in her room and then walked over a big hill! So until she gets to a town where she can buy a replacement we’re on restricted access.
I am learning quickly that there are some things about walking the camino that you can’t change and you either like it or… Well you go home.
So my dear lovely Gerry left me at Viscaret and took a taxi back to Roncevalles and I plugged in my iPhone and listened to the songs he loaded for me… I sobbed my way out of the village and up and up and up… For 4km… Then it levelled out and of course then it came down… Steeply. And as I panted my way along people were actually running past me!
I’m feeling blue and for the first time since I decided to make this crazy walk I’m doubting myself. My feet hurt, the walks were hard and I suddenly feel woefully unprepared. Continue reading
We’ve gone away for a week. I wanted a chance to walk every day for 5-6 days… test my gear, my feet, my stamina… break the 20km mark… just prepare. So, we drove down to the Tarn department with no fixed plan and found a little campsite for the camper just outside of Albi.