FROM ALL HIS WORK WHICH HE HAD MADE
And so… did we. Technically, we began blogging on May 2nd, the one year anniversary of my mom’s death. But we did not begin hiking until May 6th, and that makes today, May 12th, the seventh day, since we began this crazy adventure.
And thus begins our second rest period in only seven days of hiking. What is wrong with us? Will we be able to actually hike all the way to Santiago de Compostela, Spain? We have already hitchhiked once (technically twice, if you count the 1-2 minutes we were in the car with Pepito yesterday in order to find our pilgrim’s albergue/gite- after we were literally hobbling at a zombie’s pace.) Have we gotten ourselves in over our heads?
We included on our rules section of our blog, that we could never use public transportation or veer off The Way at any point on our journey, ie: to go to another town in order to visit people or see other things etc. However we did include the possibility of hitchhiking under extreme situations, and letting The Way take care of us as pilgrims. I can control the level of fatigue and physical challenge that I will push myself towards, but I cannot do the same for Shannon.
This is Shannon’s journey as much as it is mine, and in the end, we have to stick together.
It’s one thing for one of us to move forward without the other, as long as it was simply because the other is just moving at a slower pace- but moving forward just the same. But if one of us actually quits, or insists on hitchhiking more often than not, then I imagine it will cause an extremely challenging philosophical scenario down the road. A scenario that will be tough for both of us to swallow.
It’s time for both Shannon and me to have our own versions of a “coming to Jesus moment.”
There is no way we will be able to complete this hike, if we are literally taking a break every two days of hiking. But at the same time, the first few days of hiking have more than devastated our feet and worn us both out to levels we have infrequently experienced.
I hope we use the next two days for what they are – vital periods of time in which to reflect strongly about what it is we actually want, and just what exactly we are able to sacrifice in order to achieve that.
It’s time to muster within ourselves, at its most primitive level, what we were put on this planet to do- breathe, live, and move forward.
And in the end, I hope, dare I say, I expect, that we will indeed move forward.
But in the meantime, we will take some time, yet again, to rest and relax. We will experiment, for the first time, what it means to do laundry in a sink basin. We will poke, cut, and drain these nasty, dag-blasted blisters. We will fill our bellies with the energy we need to begin our hike anew.
And we will search into our souls and upward to the universe, in the hope of quietly finding the peace of mind to help us find the strength of body.
Distance: 4278 Steps/ 2.03 Miles/ 3.26 Kilometers
Location: Oloron-Sainte-Marie, France
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