CAMINO DAY SEVENTEEN
Castrojeriz (Burgos) to Fromista (Palencia) 25 km
Adjusted actual 26.1 km
This is what the Lord says: “I am the Lord your God, who teaches you what is good for you and leads you along the paths you should follow.”
Isaiah 48:17 NLT
This morning we climbed a mountain. A beautiful majestic climb that saw us ascend with a view over a valley of crop-laden fields and a hanging mist. We were surprised with how we could have climbed further. Mountains are like that. The more you climb, the more you are able to do so! We are stronger for the mountains and each one is a little more familiar in effort and intensity.
We then descended onto endless plains and a few villages about 8km apart. We laughed a lot today. Walking was easier and things just seemed hilarious. Here are a few:
I had what Mark called a “last little piggy day” … you know, the little pig that went wee wee wee wee all the way home! Here is the dilemma I faced…on the meseta we had a stretch of about 8km with no trees or shrubs higher that a foot. And when a girl has to go…she has to go. So, Mark’s skinny legs became my only modesty shield to about another 50 pilgrims a little way down the path. Mark stood as broad as he could and let me know the decreasing distance of their approach. So stressful!!!!
Mark took a photo of me in front of irrigation sprinklers with a beautiful rainbow behind. Little did we know that the sprinkler was moving and rapidly approaching the road we were walking on and we had to make a crazy dash (backpack and all) to avoid getting drenched. People were standing filming the moment…how embarrassing. (Others got completely soaked and had to change all their clothes.)
After storms last night there were heaps of large frogs in the drains by which we were walking. (Gross!) I was walking marvelling at the singing birds and croaking frogs (yep a disney moment) and behind me Mark picked up two huge rocks and hurled them into the water. I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound…sure that a frog was going to jump on me. Mark thought it was hysterical…except that the woman ahead also nearly died of fright.
Mark succumbed to buying Jesus sandals to help his blisters (as a backup to walk in) and so its time to bid farwell to the old crocs he has used for years (the family is happy about that). He marked a moment of letting go at the top of the mountain this morning. In life, even old familiar favourite things need to be shed at times. Goodbye crocs.
(P.S. Thanks for prayers as Mark’s bisters are heaps better.)
Thanks for laughing along with us. Tomorrow is another day full of surprises I’m sure.