It is morning of our third day of walking. Here is Michael, from NY. The first two days have been rainy, with spells of teeming rain. And yet, they have been utterly glorious. The sound of cow bells, church bells, the rhythmic sound of walking poles hitting the ground, and snatches of conversations of passing pilgrims. The sights are lush and green, vast variety of mosses, lichen, ferns,fall crocus, stone and slate walls, tiny villages with evidence of locals preparing for winter. Even the smells, often of cow patties, are wonderful.
We are all feeling our hearts open a bit more than usual.
I wish to write more now, but breakfast awaits.
Back when I have time.
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