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This is another time that touched me, and will give a taste to what you may expect, if you are lucky and open.
My second walk was with my sister.
She poured it on in the beginning, exclaiming even "this is easy!" on a walk from Astorga to Rabanal.
I told her to keep her voice down.
See, there were others around, that had walked way further already then us. They had started in SJPdP, or even beyond. We had started only in Leon. These people around us had been trekking for 20+ days or more, while my rookie sister was proclaiming victory after day 3.
Well, sure enough, by day 4, she was in tears. She had blisters. She was sick.
We took a night at a hotel in Ponferrada to ease her situation. She called home to cry to her husband.
She is bad ass, however, and proceeded.
Shortly thereafter we met a charming set of Kiwis along the way. They spoke our language. They were young and adventurous.
By the time the group of us walked into Santiago, my sister had long since forgotten "easy" and replaced it instead with "hard work" and "challenging". Our new Kiwi friends were still near.
We, as a group, decided to proceed to Finesterre.
Now as it happens, my sister's birthday approached the day before we were to arrive at the final destination.
Early that morning, having learned of the birthday situation, the Kiwis spirited ahead so as to lay a surprise.
What an uplifting feeling, from new found international friends, wanting to touch my sister personally as she worked this wonderful path, kindred spirits built upon mutual effort and singular purpose. Clem laid the flowers out in advance... Sister was stoked.
My second walk was with my sister.
She poured it on in the beginning, exclaiming even "this is easy!" on a walk from Astorga to Rabanal.
I told her to keep her voice down.
See, there were others around, that had walked way further already then us. They had started in SJPdP, or even beyond. We had started only in Leon. These people around us had been trekking for 20+ days or more, while my rookie sister was proclaiming victory after day 3.
Well, sure enough, by day 4, she was in tears. She had blisters. She was sick.
We took a night at a hotel in Ponferrada to ease her situation. She called home to cry to her husband.
She is bad ass, however, and proceeded.
Shortly thereafter we met a charming set of Kiwis along the way. They spoke our language. They were young and adventurous.
By the time the group of us walked into Santiago, my sister had long since forgotten "easy" and replaced it instead with "hard work" and "challenging". Our new Kiwi friends were still near.
We, as a group, decided to proceed to Finesterre.
Now as it happens, my sister's birthday approached the day before we were to arrive at the final destination.
Early that morning, having learned of the birthday situation, the Kiwis spirited ahead so as to lay a surprise.
What an uplifting feeling, from new found international friends, wanting to touch my sister personally as she worked this wonderful path, kindred spirits built upon mutual effort and singular purpose. Clem laid the flowers out in advance... Sister was stoked.
