Day 32 – tough day of a very steep climb up to 1240 meters. The path was so steep at times I felt like I needed a grappling hook to pull us up. It started with light rain and the clay was on the edge of mud and the rocks were on the edge of slippery. It was hours and hours of climbing. At least we were rewarded with fantastic scenery. Again walking in a postcard. It is cold in the mountains in July!
Today I walked and held the high watch for all those who have traveled these paths before us. The pilgrams, knights, Kings, Queens, stone masons and slaves. What a vision of all these ghosts who have passed before.
About last night – one of the best benefits of staying in an Albergue is the comradere. We broke bread with people from all over the world with home cooked carrot soup and a pasta dish. Afterwards our tribe CIA (Canada, Ireland and America) gathered for some vino, while Sheena from Ireland held court over stories of the Camino.
What if Obama and Putin walked this trail together . Oh how the outcomes would change.
95 miles to Santiago .