I felt like I was walking back home in Nebraska today (except for the mountains in the background). It was a weird mix of nostalgia and bittersweetness. Never thought I would actually miss a place that I once hated so much.
The walk was decently short today, about 21k, which was a nice break on the legs. I feel pretty strong, but I’m also really, really sore. I’m starting to fall into the routine of this whole thing; wake up early, walk all day and then do laundry/eat/hang out at the albergue until bedtime. It’s weird to be so free yet still so stuck in a routine. I am quickly losing my sense of adventure and curiously, which makes me really sad. I just feel tired.
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You will inevitably go through these ups and downs. I believe that will be part of the process for you, as it likely will be with everyone who takes on this pilgrimage. I know it’s difficult, and I cannot even venture to guess how physically exhausting it must be, but try to remember each morning that you are like clay and let the day mold and shape you accordingly. Maybe that will help keep you open to the “adventure”? LOVE you with all my heart and praying for you everyday!
I read this post and just sat and cried. I miss those days too Amber. I miss them more than I can ever express. Coming home from work and you and Amber running to greet me. BBQs in the backyard as you and Mo played on the swingset. Those memories are forever engraved into my conscious and subconscious. And your Mom is right, the nostalgia of this pilgrimage with certainly have its high and low points. But it is teaching you fortitude and drilling into you those innate feelings that when you put your mind to do something then there is nothing that can stop you. I love you very much and am also offering my petitions to God on your behalf. Please be safe.