IIt's noon. All we've done today is read and watch some BBC and CNN while under the covers. I have tremendous appreciation for not moving. Rest. Rest . The Spanish saying: que bonito a hacer nada and despues, descansar.
View from our window
There's a whole beautiful city to explore, maybe.
My immersible hot water heater works and I'm having a cup of Starbucks instant. Not to worry- I've already had a cafe con leche into which I dunked a croissant- a pleasure from my youth I do not ordinarily indulge in.
The weather will improve later and we'll explore then . No worries. We're in Spain where dinner does not begin until 9 and it's still light out at 10.
How's the body holding up? This 67 year old body? So far, fine. While we're walking, one foot in front of the other, I don't think about age, about the passage of time . It's an altered state- those moments. But then a conversation ensues and the number may come out:
"No, you can't be 67". A compliment? An achievement ? Luck?
Question: what does 67 look/act like anyway?
And then thoughts can turn to how much time is left? That stuff . We decided that we don't need to disclose age unless it's necessary to be truthful.
Withhold judgment of ourselves as well. Big Camino lesson
We had news from home today. Some troubles, some grief, some joy. And that is the stuff of life. We are not walking to escape. We love our friends and family. How I appreciate the immediate circles of support that swoop in when someone is on distress. We walk for them. I felt a little homesick today.
We keep meeting a delightful young gang of 5 or 7! They met on the Camino and are traveling more or less together. - from Germany, Albuerque, Canada , Montana - they hurt too and they enjoy the comfort of us, mutual roles, "my mom will feel better when I tell her we're with you!!
Sauna - oh yes! In this hotel. Love it.
Cafe Iruna
Ok. I wasn't going to post this but CC said that if I am using my voice on this blog, then I must tell the story. I had the idea to take this photo of the Men's bathroom in Cafe Iruna to be able to say, "this is the bano that Hemingway peed in", to add to the historical significance
of the site. As I situated myself to take. the photo, I accidentally snapped a photo of a man coming out. Ohhhh I thought I was in deep doo doo but nothing happened. Here's the photo:
