Today I have crossed the Mesata to the west of Burgos, which is exactly as its Spanish meaning implies: a table-like plateau. This lovely open landscape has a chilly breeze blowing across it, and Autumn is definitely evident now.
This country reminds a little of the beautiful remote Northumbrian country to the north of Newcastle and the chill resembles early summer in those parts. Somebody asked me if I was cold walking in shorts when I reached the village of Hontanas and I had to laugh! Cold? You have no idea! Take a walk with me in Northumbria… I’ll show you cold!
And so today I am stopping early in Hontanas, having met up with Kevin again.
I’m really trying to slow down, but I still manage to cover too much distance! Is this some kind of Camino miracle perhaps? On the subject of miracles, I came across a shrine to my favourite goddess/saint in Hontanas, Brigid, who helps poets and writers. She has always been an inspiration to me in my darkest moments and I took this as a sign to stop early for some prayer and contemplation.
And now to the real reason for this post… Gratitude to a lovely man who has enabled me to walk this Camino in the first place… Micke Van Ewijk. While I have been walking this path and reconnecting to the sacred in my life, Micke has been supervising the lifting ashore of my beloved Free.
Yes, as Sweden slowly succumbs to the inevitability of the approaching winter tide, Micke has worked tirelessly to remove Free’s mast and lift her to safety.
The Camino almost seems to invite one to walk it… how could I have done this without firstly meeting Carro and Danne in Amsterdam? Through them I met Micke, and now I have the time and the money. It all fits!
Let’s go further another step… Everything you are able to do is due to someone else’s sacrifice. The nature of gratitude is thus great indeed.