Return to “ normal”

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

In the park around the corner

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!

At the River

4 thoughts on “Return to “ normal”

  1. 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

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    • 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!

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