w3bscribingCamino Notes | Day 17.5
(Yesterday in) Zamora. It was a windy walk from El Cubo de la Tierra del Vino, and while I thanked my lucky clouds for not raining down with glee, the wind blew with all its Sunday strength to enthusiastically usher in the new week with 80KM howls and bursts. I was doing the walking, but the win...
w3bscribingNotes on Walking | Day 5
Vilafranca de los Barros. Today's walk was smooth and strangely relaxing even though the journey was over 20 kilometres. I made a conscious effort to stroll in my pace and not march to the destination in a frantic manner of 'I need to get there as soon as possible'. The weather was cloudy with ...
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w3bscribingCamino Notes | Day 17.5
(Yesterday in) Zamora. It was a windy walk from El Cubo de la Tierra del Vino, and while I thanked my lucky clouds for not raining down with glee, the wind blew with all its Sunday strength to enthusiastically usher in the new week with 80KM howls and bursts. I was doing the walking, but the win...
w3bscribingNotes on Walking | Day 5
Vilafranca de los Barros. Today's walk was smooth and strangely relaxing even though the journey was over 20 kilometres. I made a conscious effort to stroll in my pace and not march to the destination in a frantic manner of 'I need to get there as soon as possible'. The weather was cloudy with ...
w3bscribingCaminos Notes | 19.5
Shift in Gears; Change in Direction
web3 poems, prose and other crypto musings
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Merida.
It was a long day with many steps from Vilafranca de los Barros. After the rain, the ground was softer and a great welcome for aching legs and locked knees.
But more than the gentle earth, even more welcome was the tranquil town of Torremeija.
The small town felt ghosty - perhaps even moreso give it was the Spanish national holiday - but the few habitants and low storey buildings made me feel like it would be a perfect town to escape from the world.
Walking into Merida was also astounding, even with a tired back and heavy arms. The Roman architecture, layout and design of the city is prominent and stands out immediately you step foot on the stone bridge.
If Torremeija is the town to disappear from the world in, Merida would be the metropolis to start a new life in.
But the Camino does not end at either of these places; more town and cities and discoveries await on the way.
Perhaps on the way to Compostela, I'll meet an Alchemist and learn how to turn into the wind - that way my legs get to rest a little.
Just a little.
Merida.
It was a long day with many steps from Vilafranca de los Barros. After the rain, the ground was softer and a great welcome for aching legs and locked knees.
But more than the gentle earth, even more welcome was the tranquil town of Torremeija.
The small town felt ghosty - perhaps even moreso give it was the Spanish national holiday - but the few habitants and low storey buildings made me feel like it would be a perfect town to escape from the world.
Walking into Merida was also astounding, even with a tired back and heavy arms. The Roman architecture, layout and design of the city is prominent and stands out immediately you step foot on the stone bridge.
If Torremeija is the town to disappear from the world in, Merida would be the metropolis to start a new life in.
But the Camino does not end at either of these places; more town and cities and discoveries await on the way.
Perhaps on the way to Compostela, I'll meet an Alchemist and learn how to turn into the wind - that way my legs get to rest a little.
Just a little.
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