After weeks and weeks of walking an average of 20 kilometres a day I suppose it is “normal” to feel restless. There are things I must do. I have to shop for food, take my jacket to the cleaners, take care of my plants before snow comes. To be fair I am surrounded by beauty here just as I was in Spain
The trouble is I know this place too well. Also, I can get away with just sitting on my couch. I don’t have to worry about where I’ll sleep.
When I walk on the street or sit in the Metro I want to say “ good morning” to people as I did for so many weeks. They’d think I was mad. Isn’t it more mad to sit in a Metro car where every single person is hunched over his or her phone. Not one head was raised. How surprised that teenaged boy would have been if I had followed my impulse and took him by the scruff of the neck and and yelled “ wake up, kid! Your life is ticking away. Go and do one thing that has nothing to do with a screen!”
None of my business, right? Run the vacuum, make a cake for the kids, get the gas fire sorted. No more walking for now. Be “ normal”.Thank heaven for those kids who will be here tomorrow and will expect tacos. Get on it Granny!
You are really blessed with beauty around your home! Many adjustments to be made but it is the children that will sort you out!
You got that right! Cooking for tacos tonight as we speak
Yes Isobel, its hard to settle after such a journey but “hey” what an experience. Its a time then for gratefulness that you are well and healthy enough to do what you did. Your mind will always entertain you with these memories. Remembering you often xxEllie
You are right, Ellie. Gratitude because I had the privilege to do this walk is something to be cultivated. The grandchildren are my greatest focus now and some volunteer work I will start on tomorrow. Gotta give back now! I often the tale of you and Peggy helping me on that wicked descent to Zubiri!