Day 4. We’ve breached Km 65. The rains came, and the killer hills soon after. It’s neither as difficult nor as easy as they say. Except the Estrella Galicia; it’s always the same ice cold good at the end of each day’s walk.
Walking this much, some things become undeniably clear. Like why do the world’s expectations count when you are the one taking every step, when every here and now is yours to savor or to lose before you can share it for the greater good of others? When the journey is this good I really don’t mind not getting to the destination. Santiago de Compostella can wait. The Camino is now.