29 Oct. Arzua to A Rua. 16.8 km
It occurred to me yesterday by my lack of photographs, that I have begun to take the beauty of this place for granted. Just like day after day I wearied of the brown meseta, The beauty of Galicia has begun to seem so familiar as not to warrant a second glance. I wonder how often we do that in everyday life—so take for granted the beauty around us that we do not notice it.
So today I did my best to see this place for all the wonder it possesses. The landscape is gradually changing, giving way to woods. We walked through beautifully scented eucalyptus groves dappled with sunlight. The music of the cowbells and the crowding of roosters added today the grunting of pigs. It was like the children’s song, “All God’s Critters got a Place in the Choir.”
There was also the added tapping of more trekking poles as the number of pilgrims has increased. One pilgrim was definitely marching to the tune of his own drummer as he punctuated his steps with a particular rhythm. And there were many groups of boys accompanied by their fathers and at least one priest. They ran and jumped, whistled and chatted as they walked.
We did our best to walk slowly and savor the experience as we only have one more day of walking. We met some new pilgrims and found some familiar faces in the group. We stopped often for coffee and juice, for who is going to freshly squeeze oranges for us when we return home? And now we are settled in our hostal drinking our glass of 1 euro wine which always comes with a free bite sized tasty morsel.
Life is good and we shall enjoy our last day of walking before we enter Santiago.
Buen Camino
It occurred to me yesterday by my lack of photographs, that I have begun to take the beauty of this place for granted. Just like day after day I wearied of the brown meseta, The beauty of Galicia has begun to seem so familiar as not to warrant a second glance. I wonder how often we do that in everyday life—so take for granted the beauty around us that we do not notice it.
So today I did my best to see this place for all the wonder it possesses. The landscape is gradually changing, giving way to woods. We walked through beautifully scented eucalyptus groves dappled with sunlight. The music of the cowbells and the crowding of roosters added today the grunting of pigs. It was like the children’s song, “All God’s Critters got a Place in the Choir.”
There was also the added tapping of more trekking poles as the number of pilgrims has increased. One pilgrim was definitely marching to the tune of his own drummer as he punctuated his steps with a particular rhythm. And there were many groups of boys accompanied by their fathers and at least one priest. They ran and jumped, whistled and chatted as they walked.
We did our best to walk slowly and savor the experience as we only have one more day of walking. We met some new pilgrims and found some familiar faces in the group. We stopped often for coffee and juice, for who is going to freshly squeeze oranges for us when we return home? And now we are settled in our hostal drinking our glass of 1 euro wine which always comes with a free bite sized tasty morsel.
Life is good and we shall enjoy our last day of walking before we enter Santiago.
Buen Camino
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