The title of this Blog is appropriate because we have stayed in and walked through so many towns and villages that it is impossible to keep track of them.  I just looked at tomorrow’s map and we are in Ponferrada, home to the last Castle of the Knights of Temlar; a sect steeped in mystery.

In the comments someone asked if I had brought a “Rock” with me.  Yes.  And I wrote something on that rock and I put it on the pile of rocks and this may come as a surprise to those of you who know me as someone with no filter, but I’m not even sure I will tell Tim what I wrote on that rock. All I can say is it is something I have needed to say for over 40 years and it was very painful but I said it, I wrote it, and I left my rock on the east side of the pile so it can watch the sun come up.  Fuck, I’m crying even as I write this.  It was a powerful ritual.  Here is Lu our Guide talking about the Cross and the Rocks on top of the mountain.

It’s 10pm and I just finished dinner and we have a series of long days ahead AND another mountain range to climb and descend before we get to Santiago BUT the time changes tonight so we gain an extra hour of sleep.  Still, I woke up at 4:30am in my tiny crib sized single bed (a factoid – the Spanish people are the shortest people in Europe) so I am exhausted.  

We’ve got rocking internet tonight so I’ve uploaded a ton of content but I’m simply too tired to get “creative”.  Here’s a few pics and a video that I did to let everyone know that I am doing well.  I have to admit though…..there were times doing that video…talking about coming home….when I had to choke it back.  I guess the homesickness can fade but it never goes away.

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