Aqui tienes mas vida

Day one.  Seventeen miles.  My feet hurt.  So do Larry’s.

I saw him waddle to the common bathroom last night, made me sad.  You see, before we left home, I couldn’t get all my ‘stuff’ into my backpack.  Walked into the garage and had a meltdown.

“I’ll carry some of your stuff,” he said, “we’re in this together.”

“Yeah, but what if we weren’t?  I wanted to be able to carry all my own stuff.”

“Please let me help, and remember we have extra for the stopover in Iceland.”

I saddled him with the heavy items, alternated calling him my “mule” or “pack horse,” and now I lament.

We walked the coastal route.  The weather was beautiful and HOT for this time of year.

We saw many more pilgrims than anticipated.  Most were German and on a mission.  That’s shorthand for ‘marching’ and ‘not friendly.’

It’s time to start day two.  Our hand-washed clothes are still WET.  And I’m hungry, very hungry.  Thank God we found a couple of bananas last night - breakfast.

If last night was any indication, I won’t be posting daily… it’s just too much.  Just know that this old couple is walking the way with ‘More life to Live.’

walk along the river, through the city, to the coast

We were hot, dehydrated and tired.