Day 13- Belorado to San Juan de Ortega (15 Miles)
Today I hit the 163 mile mark. That means I am one third of the way to Santiago. Time for a happy dance, but that will have to wait. My feet feel like they were put through a crusher. I don’t even know how I can hobble across the square to dinner in a few hours, much less, get back on the trail in the morning. But, I know I will.
Most Camino walkers stop every few hours to rest their feet and take off their packs. I am fully on board with this. Sometimes it’s at a cafe, other times it may be just sitting down at the side of the road. At my first stop today, for a cafe con leche, I sat down next to two groups of Americans, a mother/daughter combo and a father/daughter team. I said hello and offered birthday wishes to the Dad who was celebrating his 60th birthday today. The father commented about how much he was enjoying the trip; he and his daughter were having some really important talks. That hit me hard and tears started to flow. I thought about all the talks I will miss with Sam AND it made me think of all the talks I continually need to have with the other people I love. Postpone nothing. Make time for one on one talks with the people you love. I collected some hugs, wiped my eyes and returned to the path. A little Van Morrison on the iPhone got me going.
Speaking of stops … later, I was walking with Drew and Claire from Vancouver Island, when we ran across a Camino “oasis”.
There was a totem pole showing mileage to many spots around the world, hammocks to relax in and a “donativo” snack stand. A hand- painted plaque caught my eye. In Italian, it says, “remember to be happy.” Yes I will.
I stopped for the night at a place that advised me to go to a nearby bar to collect the key. Keeping it basic here in rural Spain.