Spending the morning with Marcelino in his water tank, was one of the highlights of this Camino.  As Victor and I trudged through open countryside, under a massive blue sky, the conversation turned to states of existence, parallel lives, and Victor’s favourite subject, the ‘Dawning of the Age of Aquarius ‘.

 

Before we reached Riego, we flopped down on a grassy bank.  I suddenly realised that the chatter of conversation in my head, that the left hand brain both needs to, and is very fond of producimg, had stopped. Apart from the sounds of nature,  there was perfect peace and perfect silence.

This was a new land to me. It had taken three weeks of hard walking to get here,  but it was worth it. It felt like being nowhere and everywhere at the same time.

I assumed that Victor lived here all the time,  or somewhere close by. After walking for six months across France and Spain, where else would he live?

Here  I was, for the first time in my life, living in the moment. I lay back in that vast landscape, under an immense blue sky. I could almost feel the earth turning on it’s axis.