Turns out I was right about the days following Cruz de Ferro being anticlimactic.
There was a lasting emotional mutedness to the days -
and it felt like I was 'just walking'.
The overwhelming physical and emotional pain that had been present for so long had dissipated -
and, in its place was ... nothing.
I was spent -
and even taking pictures was an effort.
To add insult to injury, it was May Day -
yet one more day when most stores were shut down-
doors nicely decorated with flowers, but locked up tight.
Over one month in -
and I had obviously moved into a whole new phase of my Camino
177 K still to go.
Good grief.
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