I started the elevation to Cruz de Ferro / Alto de Cerezales. I’m currently at about 1150m, the mountain at 1400 m. It is the highest point on the Camino. It wasn’t a bad walk physically today. I took it slow. The walk itself was rather boring actually and not very pretty scenery.
I am reflective today after spending a month on this wander, thinking of all I’ve learned along the way. Patience. Resilience. Strength. And I admit: I miss my jeans and my moisturiser. But I will keep going, knowing I have those at the end.
Like every Spanish mile, what was to be 16km turned into 21km. Oh well. I made it another day. I have now walked 478km. Now a two day rest in Astorga.
It was pretty monotonous today. No one was chatty as it seemed the consensus was to plow through and get to our own destination as quickly as possible. It seems the universe isn’t done testing my resilience just yet.
Today was a pretty brutal day. First, it was 6km of city walking, then 15km of bitterly cold headwind. The wind blew me off the path more than once. I felt strong. Now I feel beaten up!
I’m now past the ‘official’ halfway mark. I determined if I was going to make it to Santiago, I had to skip the rest of the Meseta. I walked for four days on the Meseta and it was beautiful. Just not for me this time.