A general lack of internet access since entering the Montes de León (in addition to excruciating physical pain) has postponed these posts and, by proxy, forced me to reflect.
At dawn one morning, N. and I deposited the stones we’d carried for miles among a hundred thousand others, figuratively lightening our burden. Rituals are a powerful, tangible reminder of our connection with something far grander than ourselves.
Since then, we’ve been climbing into the mountains, each day bringing us further and further from the meseta. The splendor and sublimity of the peaks and valleys lie all about us in marvelous configurations. Nature with clockwork regularity has all her taps turned on. The true countdown begins: exactly one week until Santiago.