I can't quite believe it's happened... it was a good few months that this journey sat and mocked me in the very dustiest corners of my thoughts... and to be honest, I thought that might be where it stayed.
Knowing my knack for talking about something and then conveniently procrastinating until it is too late, I wondered if I would ever make this journey, if it would ever materialise. Well, as I've discovered, fate has a strange way of stepping in, and in a rare display of me doing what I said I was going to do... here's my story from the Camino.
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Frrrrrrrrresh!The morning was cool, but crisp. Beautiful cold air, and fairly average landscape.
RIPSome of the camino is directly next to major highways and roads. And I mean, directly next to them. No barriers, no pedestrian walkway, no paths off to the side. It's just you and the Isuzus.
Way of the Peaceful WarriorMeet Frank. That´s Fronk in French, or Franco in Spanish. Or Fwank in German. He carried NOTHING. No sleeping bag, no jacket, no backpack. Just a couple of skinny saddlebags and his eternal vegetarian smile. Frank ate a lot of eggs on this trip. Frank also started getting really cold about now, and has decided to go south once he reaches Astorga for the warmer climes of Morrocco! Can't say I blame him... Bon Voyage and Buen Camino Frank! We will miss your gentle but determined nature.
Rugged up...But the cold will penetrate, as this old Senora, swaddled in her mountains of clothing can attest.
Independence?Photo courtesy of Kellie Urquhart http://www.flickr.com/photos/kellieu
