Day 27: Sarria to Portomarin
14.2 Miles
Total: 430.8
After leaving the Alburgue this morning we were welcomed by darkness. Now, it wasn't too early, but the sun has been rising later lately, and the dim light given by the faraway sunrise was barely visible, which made the walk along the rocky and paved pathways a bit more difficult... Despite my usual ^energetic morning self.
SARCASM ALERT.
-> I'm not really a morning person...read earlier entries.
*BLAST FROM THE PAST* Yesterday the back of my right knee started to feel a wee bit achey towards the end of day, so let's just say I took the last mile a bit slowly.
*NOW BACK TO THE PRESENT* Today I stretched before setting out and took some ibuprofen with breakfast to ease a bit of the pain while walking. I don't know if it helped or not because I was still pretty slow. Mr. March stayed behind with me for a while just in case I needed him while "The Others" -- Note: Please read with Alec Baldwins 'I am God' voice. -- went ahead at a normal pace.
As I Forest Gump'd it down the trail I began to become a little angry at myself, and at the newbies passing me. I was SUPPOSE to be the one passing people. I deserved the recognition, I thought so anyway... I have been doing this for almost a month, and these noobs, who just joined in Sarria just so that they can get a certificate of achievement, are going faster than me! Oh my, it was nerve-racking, and for a while there, my only goal was to go fast enough just to stay ahead of a group of lamesauce teenage girls gagging at the sight and smell of cow manure. --Now, I know it's rude to be judgmental and I'm sorry..that is just how I felt... This morning.-- At one point I told Mr. March about this goal of mine, and he told me to pace myself properly, and not to pay attention to them... This was extremely hard by the way, but I finally ignored them and paced myself where it wouldn't hurt as badly.
AND GUESS WHAT. I passed up those noobs like the tortoise passed the hare; They stopped for a break, I didn't need one, therefore I was ahead, where I was suppose to be.
I NEVER SAW THEM AGAIN. Muahahahahaahah!
Even though I wasn't suppose to be thinking about them I couldn't help but smile a bit when I continued to walk as they sat down. I got over myself fairly quickly though, and started to get back into my own personal rhythm. My leg continued to hurt all day, but I eventually put it to the side of my mind and thought about other things.
I'm turning sixteen on the thirty-first and I'm fairly certain I'll be eating some sort of sugary deliciousness on that day, which is eggsiting all in it's self. Our trip is coming to a close soon and I have mixed feelings about that whole ordeal... I have thoroughly enjoyed myself, and I'm happy to be able to see my family and friends, but I'm also kind of sad that it's almost over. Now that I think about it though, we're aren't all that close to the end. We still have Santiago, Finisterre, Madrid, and D.C. to experience, and that all adds up to about fourteen whole days till I actually arrive home.
Fourteen days of complete and udder awesomesauce.
-- Yes, I know that is the wrong form of "utter," but I like the one I used more. So there. --
I'm definitely ready for everything that is coming my way.
Bring it.
END NOTE: We/I met this AMAZING Swedish couple in the beginning and were walking with them for most of the trip, but then we started to see them less and less. Until today the last I time I had seen them was in Rabanal so it has been a while. I was so excited that they were in town that I quickly finished my shower, and hurried to get dressed just so that I could go see them, like I said, they're amazing. So I just wanted to tell all of you that I have adopted them as my "Trail Grandparents" and that I plan on keeping in touch when we both go our separate ways in Santiago. Their names are Richard and Bridgette, and I love them...because they're amazing... :D
Peace!
- Deija
P.S. - Do I seem happier than the last time I wrote? I'm thinkin so... Hmm... Just a thought. :) Anyway, really stopping now... Adios.
You're so funny...I'm actively chuckling at the " lamesauce" teen-agers..ahh, , good times...you are amazing..;)
ReplyDeleteSorry to be logging in so late in your journey. I have been out of town or super busy when home. I have just started to read your journals, and from the little I have read, I say, "Wow!! You guys are rugged!" Nice work. I wish I were there. It sounds amazing. I hope you have seen some Gaudi architecture. It's world famous and supposedly incredible. I also hope you get to hear some Spanish classical guitar and watch a real authentic Flamenco. Don't forget to check out those Spanish artists: Salvadore Dali, Picasso, El Greco, Velasquez, to name a few of my favs. Now, of course, if you haven't already, when you return you will have to read the great Spanish novel, Don Quijote. James reminds me of that character. Let us know if he starts fighting windmills. Greetings to Bree! We miss her at SHS. You guys continue having a safe journey. The weather here sucks, so enjoy! You aren't missing a thing. This is a journey you will relive for the rest of your lives. Take a million photos.
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I love you. Your grammar is udderly awesome. --Rebekah
ReplyDeleteI love the way you stopped and started and stopped and started your writing. --Rose
I love you Deija. --Morgen
We're all really enjoying reading your posts together. --Dad
Awesome, incredible, inspiring! I suspect it may be just a tad difficile to readjust to plain old life in Springfield once you come to the end of your adventures. Once you get a taste of Europe, it's hard to stay away!
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