Solving the World's Problems (Solo)
Some days you need the conversation. Some days you need the quiet.
Day 7 was a solo walk — just me, the road, and approximately all of the world's problems, which I methodically attempted to solve over the course of several hours. Progress was made. Details to follow eventually.
There's something the Camino does when you strip away the company — the pace changes, the inner noise either quiets or gets very loud, and you find out which one you actually needed. Today it quieted. The feet moved, the mind wandered productively, and the Atlantic kept doing its thing off to one side. Some of the best kilometres of the whole trip, honestly.
Then came the city. And the streets.
Nobody warned me. Or perhaps the warning wouldn't have meant anything until I was actually standing at the bottom of one of these inclines, looking straight up at a cobblestone wall masquerading as a road. The early days of the Camino — all that terrain, all those hills — had quietly been building legs capable of handling this. Which is the only reason I survived. These streets are not for the faint of heart. They are barely for the extremely fit of heart. Ufff.
Food, when it eventually arrived, was delicious — with the small caveat that Spain on a Sunday operates on its own sovereign timeline. Everything closed. Dinner service not starting until 8pm. A lesson in patience that the Camino, in its wisdom, had been preparing me for all week.
Worth the wait. Everything here is worth the wait.
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