As predicted I woke to the sound of the church bells striking 6 a.m. outside my window. As if on cue, one of the guys in my dorm room started snoring louder than I have ever heard someone snore before. It was a roar of nasal thunder. Realizing I would get no more sleep, I got dressed, packed my backpack, made some tea and headed out into the cold, dark morning.
The church bells struck 7 a.m. as I walked out of town, the slightest hint of light just beginning to creep across the sky. My walking poles on the pavement and the birds greeting the dawn were the only sounds. It was a peaceful, crisp morning. The sunrise was subtle but sustained as I made my way along the dirt path.
Various signs mark the way; these signs are often tagged with inspirational or encouraging quotes. This morning I saw one that I particularly liked:
“Die with memories, Not with dreams”
Today was postcard perfect as I continued my walk across the Meseta. The sun was shining. Picturesque landscapes, towns and ruins kept popping up around every corner. Clouds, castles, convents, and churches all caught my attention. It was so perfect that when I got to my intended destination, I just kept walking.
Today I walked 22 miles.