Beginning the day.
Lake. My non-waterproof trail running shoes have now taken in water.
Tall. Powerful.
Short, but powerful.
I collapsed on the first paved lane after a difficult climb. Gipsey Kings played through my earbuds (Celine Dian wasn’t cutting it for hard climbing). Wouldn’t you know the only vehicle seen all day, a postal truck, crested the lane and almost ran me over. Next time I’ll be more cautious where I collapse.
Today marks a geographic change. Morning water flows towards the Mediterranean Sea while afternoon water flows towards the ocean. Rugged mountains are replaced by rounded rolling mountains making for easier walking.
Only the sounds of water.
Step, step, step…will today’s walk ever be done?
Today is one of the most demanding days in terms of climbing and distance. Seven of us constantly weave between solitude and companionship.
Along The Way, gigantic pine trees rise perfectly erect from 55 degree slopes.
Proportions, color, light, texture, balance…art is everywhere in France.
Mamma Mia! This Italian carries beer plus camping gear. He even serves the brew in a cup.
This Italian couple are the only non-retired pilgrims I have met in ten days. They walk on a shoe-string budget camping in the wild, on church property or being taken-in by the locals or paying for the occasional Gîte when the rain is hard.
My heart soars every time I see them. Who could resist their smile?
Linda Scandore 