“Too much sanity may be madness — and maddest of all: to see life as it is, and not as it should be!” ― Dale Wasserman, Man of La Mancha

Today I’m in Carrion, in the middle of the Mesata. Most Pilgrims skip this section and jump straight to Leon. It’s miles and miles of mild rolling hills to very flat farm land. Almost all wheat. I can see snow capped mountains way in the distance, it doesn’t seem real, almost painted there. Beautiful. Very little shade and unbelievable but clear blue skies and very warm. I personally love this stage the best. 1) no rain. 2) sunshine. There is a god!
Last I left you , I was in Burgos. I was having a major pity party. After an injured knee and major blister, 16 days of straight rain and freezing, I was seriously questioning my sanity .
After 2 days in a hotel, and tending to my feet . Everything changed.
I’m a foodie and I happened to be in Spain’s # 1 city of food. The best restaurants and Tapas bars. And lucky me, I had a hotel on the street that housed most of them. I most have gained 20lbs, because I had to try all of it. Now let me explain this, when you
look like a Florence green mitchellin tire guy, your not very approachable, right.
The weather warmed 😊no more green jacket. So there I was , all along.
I had 2 great nights in Burgos, I want to go back, eat , dance more and spend a shitload of money and buy cloths. Great city.
But , Again I said good by to my new friends and off I went.
Everything changed for me in Burgos, I got my confidence back. I had to acknowledge my self worth. I didn’t want to quit, I knew I could finish this trail of discovery,
I’ve walked over 46 km in 2 days, sun is shining, I have stripped down to shorts and my sexy razor back shirt, hiking boots. I’m in the land of LaMancha, Don Quixcote land. Rolling hills with 1000 windmills. Fields of wheat and poppy. Fresh Manchego cheese. Heaven. Someday ask me about my encounter with the shepherd and his flock of sheep.
I also found friends I lost in Logronos, so life is good.
To dream the impossible dream,
To fight the unbeatable foe,
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go;
To right the unrightable wrong.

To love, pure and chaste, from afar,
To try, when your arms are too weary,
To reach the unreachable star!
Buen Camino


















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