Saturday, September 6, 2008

Hontanas 28 kms

This is part of A 17 km stretch between habitacions
The Meseta. I can walk for hours seeing no one in front of me or behind me




Hontanas is a 14th century village and I would have to say.... heaven.... My laundry is drying on the line, reservations for dinner with my new friends have been booked... I am clean. My clothes are clean and nothing hurts. That is right now.

It occurred to me as I set out on my walk this morning that I am living a dream, an important dream right now. That feels sooooooo good.



As Jimmy Buffett once sang, I finally found a life to suit my style.

People are kind. Food is always a surprise and a delight. I am working on my castillian accent...

I am on the meseta now, a few days more of being on a plateau. The hay fields go on for as far as the eye can see. And the haystacks resemble small apartment blocks.

Not much else to say right now. Because I want to get back to right now. I cançt figure out punctuation on my keyboard.

¨The ashes of my father are going to be buried by the Sycamore tree he planted and my brother has graciously selected a special rock from BC to bring to Ontario. Thanks Malcolm

Ok back to the el camino de compostela. Salud... Marjorie

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