Brock { Abroad }

It only took me five hours to get to Tineo; except it was through a combination of cow shit and mud. So, I’m still not sure if a short day through shit is better than a long day without shit, but it all depends on how you look at it, I suppose. I take an inventory of my accessories as I pull out my utterly useless almost brand-new Nike sneakers that take up almost half my bag. I slip them on to celebrate my first arrival to a village before nightfall. I realize how lucky I am to have been loaned this nifty little pack from Mac, my American friend in France. It seems to me that when things work out so easily, there is a reason. I consider it a moment that gives just a little more light on the path, to let you know that you’re headed in the right direction. Although I’m not the most prepared and definitely had my priorities all wrong in the beginning, I can see a little light on the path ahead.

As for just getting the bag, compressing some clothes, and strapping it on, all I had to do was take the first step and here I am… The weather conditions have been unusually pleasant. This morning, from a barmaid, I got the scoop. My main sources of ‘scoop’ on this route so far have been from barmaids. It had been raining there the entire past week! I sure ‘lucked out!’ I thought back to my sort of ‘grey’ week in London before the trip. Frankly, that was nothing compared to having a week of rain on this already muddy route.

Related posts:

1. the journey–
2. “Poco a Poco…”
3. Why I Went M.I.A…
4. “The path around the home is also the ground for awakening.” -Thich Naht Hanh
5. Back in Rotterdam