The First Twenty Miles
Walking some 20 miles a day gives one lots of time to think. Here’s what I think:French bartenders are flirts.French bartenders understand “Spench,” Quiero vino du maison, s’il vous plait.While I have packed more than my husband (18lbs to his 10lbs,) I have far less than most other pilgrims on the trail.My training has paid off. My legs and lungs felt good crossing the Pyrenees from France into Spain.My husband is taking care of me, telling me to draft behind him in the wind, giving me the last of the Basque cheese.My Spanish has improved. I can actually do more than order coffee, wine and beer.The farms here are neat and tidy and beautiful. The sheep and cows are charming. Even the dandelions along the road are quaint.The Dutch all speak lots of languages; I am jealous.Chafing is uncomfortable.I am tired at the end of the day, but proud of myself and happy to be here on this journey with my husband.
A few pictures from the first two days.