First, of my thoughts for the day:
I am grateful for my son. He is thoughtful, caring, observant not to bruise my already black and blue ego, and has patience beyond humanly possible.
Josh and I discussed the trail today and wondered why it felt so hard. Some said it was going to be easier than the other days. Over beers this afternoon in our village, we met up with three pilgrims who are becoming our “family.” The first words out of everyone’s mouths were about how hard today was! I don’t know why I got some comfort in that they struggled, too.
This Camino has made me doubt myself quite a few times. I always make it, but endless climbs are a struggle. I have to keep reminding myself it isn’t until about day ten that your body adjusts on the Frances and this is the Frances on steroids!
The owner of our Albergue was having a birthday party for her daughter. One of their party crashers came to visit us as we watched from the upstairs window!
