Zero day bushes: the walk

After 40 hours of international trips (airplanes, buses, trains, taxis, feet) and the exhaustion of trying to navigate without internet in four different languages, I am anxious to start walking tomorrow. Trying To start, at least. In addition to the walk is the reason why I am here, I had forgotten how to travel on a plane/bus/train seat for many hours is its own physically difficult type. And not to mention that the handsome, who advances at full speed with a broken foot, at my door, thanks to a door change and a giant error on my part. An error that included me to get out of airport’s security and take the train to a completely different (incorrect) terminal while my flight was boarding. K12 looks like M21 sometimes.

It reminds me of early work. Or maybe just before. Everything is a birth metaphor for me, but this type of emotion and discomfort to stop, now reminds me of what happens with my customers sometimes before active delivery. When they tell me, I try to honor difficulty, but also communicate that there is likely to come much. Eat, I will say. Rest. Move a little, sleep when you can. Maybe get backwards.

Finally they granted me the best and deepest dream in a guest house in Irun, Spain, and coffee with milk from a capsule in the room. The hostess told me to call my walk the «perspirineos.» In the morning I found a decatalon and bought a knife (since my beautiful Opinel took my grip for a Renfe security agent in Madrid) and gas for my pocket rocket (fortunately the last screw recollection in the store). I did my best to supply food, but I certainly don’t have my refueling brain yet.

It has been great to practice French and Spanish, and often humiliating. The sounds of the four languages of this region are a magnificent audio cushion that surrounds me in this busy city of the ocean. I am lIllly and loneliness is peaceful. Both/and. I spent hours on the beach in Hendaye, the Western Terminal of the GR10, the HRP and the Hexatrek. It is curious to have considered climbing to another train to seek healing in Lourdes! Instead, I soaked in this blessed water foam. Full of grace.

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