Left this morning as the mist was rolling in, swirling around the little village. Spent the day descending through farmland with contented cows pasturing in the fields and wandering the roads while their bells chimed out a happy song and we dodged the ´meadow muffins´on our trail. Spent a good part of the day singing out a song that Elizabeth wrote with our input. It is to the tune of ¨Guide Me Oh Thou Great Jehovah¨.
On the road to Santiago,
Seven chicas with sore feet
Hope the ´Camino de Compestola´
Is a journey they´ll complete.
Over mountains, through the valleys
Sharing chocolate all the way,
Sipping cafe con leche.
Meeting friends from every nation
´Buen Camino´they all say.
Following the yellow arrows
To the next town´s albergue.
Mellow moments in the shower
Toasting vino to our team
Foot massage with Traumel cream.
Daily stones assault our arches
Vaseline helps rubbing toes.
Underneath our compeed bandaids
Blisters come and blisters go.
Picnics on the hot meseta
Give relief to aching shins.
¨Look, there go again the filming Finns.¨
Each must find her own Camino
Some more fast and some more slow.
Calling on the Holy Spirit
For the help that she may go.
Mother Earth so firm beneath us
Stars that beckon from the sky
Truth revealed as days go by.
Waking to the sounds of people´s beepers
Stuffing packs by headlamps bright.
Dusty boots begin their endless trekking
Hit the trail before daylight.
Conversations, meditations, laughing, singing everyday.
Peregrinas on the Way.
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