Today was neither a good nor a bad day. When I woke up this morning I wasn´t really in the mood for walking. I knew I only had a short 12km ahead of me, but I didn´t feel up to it. But, I dragged myself out of bed, gathered my belongings, and after a quick breakfast of bruised cherries I was out the door by 7:45. Now I wasn´t physically tired, I was more mentally tired, I just felt very homesick today. As I was walking it started to bug me that while I am walking the camino, I have no sense of home. I get up every morning and walk to an entirely new city, sleep in a different (and sometime sketchy looking) bed each night, and I am living out of a small backback. I´m not able to spread my things out and have my own person space; everything I own is crammed into this bag. I´m a hobo. And it doesn´t help that over the past few days there has been no beautiful landscapes. I walk along the highway and stare at vast green fields and noisy trucks for eight hours a day. And it makes me feel sad because I see all these people walking with their families and friends, and I am alone. I have no one to confide in, and just the occasional person who speaks little English to talk to every once in a while. And because I have a longer schedule than most people, I usually don´t see any familiar faces at the end of the day. Even so, my four hours of walking today felt like it took forever. By the time I arrived in Villafranca (which isn´t a nice city...the highway passes right through and it is basically a truck stop) I was emotionally drained. There was no cafe to sit in, so I found a less antsy part of the grass to curl up on and I fell asleep for two hours. Afterwards I felt much better. I pretended to have a room in the hotel up the street from my albergue, and so I sat in the nice hotel loby for a few hours and read my novel. For dinner, I met up with this German couple I have seen periodically throughout the past few days. We had a lovely dinner and talked about anything during the course of the meal. They are really a friendly bunch of people, although I have forgotten their names and I think it would be rude to ask them at this point again. So I just have to make sure I talk to them each directly.
Anyways, in two days I will arrive in Burgos. I am going to book a private room in a nice hotel and just relax and congratulate myself on having finished 1/3 of the Camino de Santiago!! This is also where I will be taking another rest day, so on Suday I can spend all day if I want in the hotel and then explore the city on Monday. Yay! I can´t wait. Bye for now.
About Me
- Matthew Cugnet
- To make a long story short, I love to travel. I enjoy exploring new and exciting places, experiencing different cultures, and envisioning myself as a local. Ever since I first visited Europe in 2010, I have been infected with the travel bug, which although it can be a good thing, can be a real pain in the butt because I constantly have itchy feet. Aside from travelling, I have a passion for teaching and working with childen. In writing this blog, I hope to share my travel experiences with family, friends, and anyone else out there who may happen to come across my blog. My moto is that you only live once and that you should take advantage of every opportunity thrown your way. Life is too short to sit around doing nothing, and with that said, I am off to see the world!
To laugh is to risk appearing a fool
To weep is to risk being called sentimental
To reach out to another is to risk involvement
To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self
To place your ideas and dreams before a crowd is to risk their loss
To love is to risk not being loved in return
To live is to risk dying
To try is to risk failure.
But risks must be taken
Because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
The people who risk nothing may avoid suffering and sorrow,
But they cannot learn, feel, change, grow or really live.
Chained by their sevitude they are slaves who have forfeited all freedom.
Only a person who risks is truly free.
- William Ward
To weep is to risk being called sentimental
To reach out to another is to risk involvement
To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self
To place your ideas and dreams before a crowd is to risk their loss
To love is to risk not being loved in return
To live is to risk dying
To try is to risk failure.
But risks must be taken
Because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
The people who risk nothing may avoid suffering and sorrow,
But they cannot learn, feel, change, grow or really live.
Chained by their sevitude they are slaves who have forfeited all freedom.
Only a person who risks is truly free.
- William Ward
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