Untitled: (we’ll see)

To be a pilgrim is to eat as if you’ve never eaten before. I am ravenous. All the time. I walk 20 miles. Everyday. I’ve tanned 3 shades deeper. In two weeks. It is incredulous that it has taken me 13 days to walk what a person can drive in 3 hours...makes you feel like you’ve really accomplished something, am I right? No but really, I feel good. I’ve walked nearly 200 miles, with only 10 toes! That’s definitely something to be proud of, and if I wasn’t proud of that I’m proud that I haven’t had a complete mental breakdown yet (key word: “complete”). I’ve cried once because a Spanish local gave me the “you Americans” bit, and I may have come dangerously close to cussing some people out but nevertheless I’m thriving here! Seriously though guys in all seriousness... seriously, I’m totally serious: this has been the most transformative adventure of my life. To the people whom I’ve met who’ve utterly stolen my heart (you know who you are), thank you. To the Spanish countryside, dipped in golden wheat and plump with Rioja vino, te amo. To the jamón and the pan and those little Spanish watermelon candies, mmm. And to the Camino: I don’t know yet what you’ve done for me or what you’re about to do, but I do feel your love. Today I imagined Jesus walking alongside me, and he was my friend. You introduced us, and I owe you. Thank you, all of you. Tomorrow is Burgos, my halfway point. I leave Hattie, my best Camino friend, for this second half. Halfway. What’s next?