Day 22. Listen to your body

I spoke of signs in a recent post. Well here is one I saw on the wall of the alberge I stayed at yesterday.

Me:  Hmmm!  A transport service.
Left foot: Yay!!!
Right foot: Woo hoo!!!
Me:  Whoa!  Doesn’t mean I’m going to use it. 
Left foot:  Why not?  We are tired of carrying your backpack.
Right foot:  Yeah, we wanna break. 
Me:  Look here now!  A pilgrim must carry his backpack. It’s part of the deal. 
Left foot: Oh really?  And where is that written down?
Me:  You wouldn’t understand. It’s like staying in the alberges with a bunch of other people. Like having shell hanging on your backpack. Like using poles, for goodness sake!
Right foot:  Well you don’t do any of that. You don’t even collect stamps!  Your just a phony-grino!
Me: I am not!  I want to to find strength in weariness and shoulder the load for all who cannot walk the Camino!
Left foot:  Oh for heaven’s sake!  Listen, you’ve got a 20 mile hike and your rucksack is full of a bunch of stuff you don’t even use!
Right foot: OK, OK, stop!  We are going to take a vote. I vote for TaxiCamino
Left foot: Me too!
Both knees: We vote for TaxiCamino, too!
Lower Back Pain: I’ll take a part of that vote. 
Crick in the neck: Hey, I’m in too!  That’s 6 to your 1!
Me: OK!  I hear you!  But if they lose my backpack I am going to be really angry!
Entire Body: breaks into Alleluiah chorus. 

No doubt, today was a long walk. Twenty miles without a backpack but a lot of up and down. It started out great, I was cruising – my sassy feet had wings! But the last 5 kilometers felt interminable. Thunder was rumbling at my back, the wind began to blow cold, and the raindrops started pelting down about a kilometer from Casa Herminia, my stop for the night. I departed at 8 am and arrived at 5 pm. Without any breaks because if you don’t stop when you see one of the few bars along the way, you don’t eat or drink! And my feet? Funny you should ask: