Thursday, July 17, 2008

All my Jelly Fish Friends are Dead

Today....oh Today... I walked about 37 kilometers. By accident. I literally considered crawling the last few miles with my socks tied around my knees. Somehow I missed the sign from my turn off to Arca, 27 km ago, where I was counting on an easy meal, a rest, and recuperation period for tomorrow's Santiago entry. By the time I asked I had passed it by such a margin that going back would be unthinkably wasteful considering I'd have to rewalk it tomorrow. So I kept going, and going, and going until reaching this gigantic bizzare 5/7ths abandoned albergue complex made of concrete and rust within sight of the spires of Santiago, 5 hours later. I am apparently only 5 km away from my ultimate destination but I would honestly not be able to make it in boots right now. On my hands, possibly. The last 2 hours of my walk were the most unpleasant of my life. Worse even than the previous record holder, my 24 consecutive hour dorm move out day (and night and day) at the end of junior year of college. True, actual, misery.

But then I arrived, showered, put on sandals and ate a huge sandwich, half a roast chicken, a salad, some ice cream, and drank 2 liters of frigid water. And I´ve all but forgotten about 3 hours ago, which says something about the human condition I believe. I wouldn´t hardly remember the miles and hours at all except that my feet look like raw meat. And I keep looking at them and laughing at how freaking aweful that was.

Anyway,
I will be attending the Pilgrims' Mass at noon tomrrow barring the intervention of Unseen Forces.
Nap time now.

2 comments:

Harrison said...

I will be seeing you tomorrow a few minutes before noon mass. I´ll try to be there by at least 11 or so bc it sounds like youre so close. Congrats!

M said...

Congratulations! Must be some kind of record.