The Journey Begins

Somewhere in the Pyrenees...
Ok first of all when they call the Pyrenees Mountain, they really mean mountains. They do not mean Monkey Hill or levees around the lake or river, the mean mountains. At this time I am 4000 feet above sea level. Who knew there was even air here or that I would not need an oxygen mask. I told some of my new friends that if they found me dead in the mountains to leave me there for the wolves and eagles to eat (as I am especially taste, not too much muscle yet) and where they may find to the good stuff to take with them. Sp no matter what people say, my opinion is now mountains are mountains. I have been walking uphill since 7:45 am and it´s now 1:30. And I have gone 9.30 miles. But most importantly I have not quit. I know the Camino is a lesson in letting go, but today it is a lesson in allowing and striving. And eagle flies overhead and I am on top of a mountain. Sheep wander through and their bells are a lovely background sound. As I sit in the grass with the sun on my face, I really do wonder why am I here. What do I hope to receive at the end and at the end was all of this pain worth it? But those are the same questions we ask ourselves at our lives in general. So in many ways the Camino is a symbol of our lives just in a quicker time frame and all on foot. We shall see where it leads us, yes? There is only one way down one foot in front of another...