30.05.2011 - 30.05.2011
Apparently bathing your feet in salt and vinegar is good for them. One girl in Los Arcos was giving this a go and I asked her why, “you know” she said “like acidic a salad.” which confused me even more. The girl finishes her foot bath and takes photos of her sunburnt blistered feet, “for Facebook” she explains to me.
I head out for Logrono and the air is thick like thunderstorm soup. The hostel in Los Arcos was huge, and full of pellegrinos. I would recommend staying in smaller towns whenever possible, big cities can be really impersonal.
As I'm walking along today I talk to lots of people about anything you can imagine, from Berlusconi and nuclear power in Italy, to the current identity of South Africa as a country. People really talk and think about things that matter to them, things that occupy their worries or their hopes. A lot of people ask me what I've learnt so far on the Camino, “about yourself about the world...” This is such a popular question but I just don't know! No lo sé. I guess I'm realising a lot of things about myself that aren't articulated in my head with any kind of language. It's about walking and being and realisations that by definition can't be shared with other people because they are non-lingual.
The top three ice-breaker questions are “where did you start your Camino?” “are you walking to Santiago?” and “how far do you walk every day?” These get a bit tiresome after a while, and some people just like to boast about how far they go, like high school students with test scores. One thing I've learnt is that a Camino can be any distance, it can be three days, a week, two months, and maybe only five kilometres a day. It's all about a personal journey! :P