I am in the walled city of Lugo this afternoon, and on my way out as soon as I finish my errands. Have I mentioned that cities don´t sit well with me? The traffic, the trash, the noise, the bad air... The thought of Santiago itself actually intimidates me quite a bit, just thinking about finding the post office, the train station, etc, etc. Not to mention the crush of people it will surely be. I am much, much happier out in the middle of nowhere, walking with my own thoughts and birdsong.
Galicia is treating me well so far. Lots of soft dirt trails that remind me more of Vermont than anything I´ve come across so far: big trees, little brooks. But instead of shelters there are chapels and hermitages! The mornings start chilly and thick with fog, which burns off to reveal a hot blazing blue sky that lasts until 10:00 pm or so. The late evenings have me on a strange sleep schedule. Not to mention the fact that I never sleep well in albergues, so every time I stay at one, it throws me for a day or two. One thing I´m looking forward to when I get home is real sleep!
If all goes according to plan, I´ll be in the big city itself the morning of Saturday, August 1st. That´s just three more days of walking! I´ll then be spending a week at the Taize monastery in France, which will hopefully provide some reflecting and recuperating time.
About Me
- K Magill
- My attention span is rarely long enough for me to sit through a whole movie, but I can sit for hours on end doing absolutely nothing. I read too much, mostly poetry, and write not enough, mostly poetry. There are very few professions I truly respect; farming and teaching are the two that come to mind. I find the mountains and the valleys equally compelling. I'm so done with cities. I can touch my nose with my tongue. I wish I could walk everywhere, though I do like to ride my bicycle. Someday I'm going to build my own house.
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