Caminando, Caminando

I'm well into the Camino rhythm.

(Also, sorry for the lack of literary quality here . . . speed, Spanish keyboards, and, uh . . . not really caring . . . are rather impeding the quality of prose. Throw in little hand-waving, bewilderment, and some cumin, and then maybe you can kind of imagine a real Leah Ashe story. If you don´t have those ingredients easily accessible, i guess you´ll have to settle for a second-rate piece of writing. i'd add the imagination if i were you.)

Right, so I´m well into the Camino rhythm. I stay every night with other pilgrims at alguergues or refuges. Tonight I´m staying at one in Logrono. I´m taking a rest day so that I can go see a bullfight. I eat cows, so I figured that I might as well at least check out cow-torture sport. Also, the matadors look pretty good.

In a few minutes, I'm going back to the albuergue to cook the midday meal with the hospitalero-priest. Tomorrow should be another walking day. I'm surprised how quickly I´ve acclimated. I did 20 km yesterday and it felt like nothing. I did a 33-km mountain-climbing day a few days ago; that felt like something, let me tell you, but it also felt really satisfying. I´m pretty sure it wouldn´t be on Dr Snyder´s list of recommended activities, but then, i think, neither would be surfing, skiing, or traversing concrete surfaces without a helmet. I´m liking it, and I´m feeling good.

Until next time!