No street view today, because I'm up in the mountains: http://goo.gl/maps/szT0c
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| Monastery ruins in Foncebadon. |
Entry
43, January 6th,
2012
Very
beautiful country today. We're climbing up through the foothills to
the Cruz de Ferro. A bit stony, but nothing as bad as the Camino
Catalán.
Ernesto
was really hurting today. He ended the day yesterday with two huge
new blisters on the outside of his right heel. He was slow coming
out of the cafe today after 8km, and so I decided to walk with him
for the rest of the day. He needed someone to walk with to keep his
mind off of the pain and to give him energy – he is such a
talkative, social person that it powers him. I was glad that I could
give him that.
He
barely made it to Foncebadon. It is a beautiful little half-ruined
village up in the mountains. He will take a day off tomorrow along
with Chan Hee, while Master, Kwang-sik, Wan Woo, and Rosa push
onward. I will go on as well, but likely at a slower pace than the
remaining Koreans.
The
albergue is lovely. Two stories, stone, with a small and very hot
fireplace. They have a little shop, practice yoga, and make their
own yogurt and honey (which has my stomach a little bit upset). It
will be a nice place to take a day off, but my gut tells me to keep
going. Monte Irago is a must-revisit if I ever do this again.
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| The albergue in Foncebadon, and one of the only inhabited buildings. |
Time
to walk my own pace.
I
picked up a book at random from the shelf – “Women, food, and
God,” about dealing with eating disorders. The sentence that stuck
with me is “The way we deal with food is how we deal with life.”
I always eat too fast and for comfort – and I'm too focused on
arriving in Santiago. From now on I practice eating the way I want
to walk.
“Enlightenment
is following one thing all the way through to the end.” – Zen
Master Shunryu Suzuki Roshi
“Dieting
was like praying . . . surely there must be a reward for those who
know how horrible they are. And precisely because dieting and
bingeing were the main ways that I was expressing my despair, the
consequences of not dieting or bingeing were staggering. Making the
decisions to stop dieting was like committing heresy, like breaking a
vow that was never supposed to be broken.” pg. 23.
This
is how I feel/felt about practicing music, and this is what I must fix to
be happy.
She
talks about the desire to bolt – I felt that today. The desire to
avoid being fully alive, to escape the current moment. I was angry.
I didn't want to be on the camino. All I wanted was a big dinner!
Ha. No more of this. From now on I take that feeling and revel in
it, embrace the anger like how I stood on the hilltop on the meseta.
I am supposed to feel! It is internal weather. And next time I am
angry at the camino, I will fucking hate it as hard as I can!
Expenses,
Day 43
Albergue:
6.00
Dinner:
8.00
Total:
14.00
Trip
Total: 985.71
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