The turtle

I´ve been thinking (not much else to do while walking)...
Note: You just have to love a country whose normal speaking voice is just below a yell. You think I am loud but here my voice is just a mere whisper.. I think I am deaf in my left ear now..

Anyway... I was thinking about the fairy tale of the tortoise and the hare. Over the last few months I have just felt rushed, a bit overwhelmed. I think that this trip has just added to that feeling (as vacations often can). Hate to stop or rest because you can do that when you get home.. Feel in many ways the camino is like that.. people getting up at 5 am to walk 20km to the next place.. then do that again and again and again for 30 days.. Not only do I feel like the turtle with everyone except the really infirmed walking by me, I am walking with my house on my back. I have realized how slow I am on this trip. I am the last one to bed and the last one out in the morning. However I really don´t need to stop that often so I often meet the hares a bit further up the road only to pass them... and then the game of leapfrog has begun. I was chuckling when I thought of DEFaC trying to get me out of the door at home to go anywhere. Gosh what a struggle that must be... Ok so here is another confession.. I am a very slow moving human. I am in no particular hurry to go anywhere.. as my dad would say time waits for me. I like to take slow meaningful and deliberate steps along the path and along the path of life.

However I do always get there... always... so for me my camino is at a slow but steady pace... one that works for me... my anti-camino indeed...