Let me complain a little on the Caminho to Santiago de Compostela - Day #7

Let me complain a little.

More bad sleep. It rained a little during the night and the humidity is just shit. Waking up sleepy and not rested along with a sticky and weirdly moist (yes, no better word-deal with it) skin is not fun.

The bad blister is now almost done killing me, but 2 new blisters appeared and now it's just living hell walking with these. I'm slower than an aged turtle & limping like a pigeon missing its toes. Not a nice experience or view.

I've walked 4km this morning and stopped a number of times to give my feet a break. Seeing other pilgrims walking fine and happy makes me wanna sit on my ass and not do shit until the blisters are gone…It makes you appreciate your health to a whole new level…

I must say I'm glad I returned to Wim Hoff's Cold Showers practice before I hit the road, as these are now pretty much daily out of necessity.

I should journal about the surprises I have had this far on my journey…

P.S. Not all pancakes are equal.

Change of scenery

After a painful morning, my feet finally settled and carried me the furthest in a single day on the Camino. If I'm to trust my app, I've walked nearly 18km. Considering how difficult this morning was, I cannot believe I managed to make it this far.

The path took me into the villages and although there were no beaches, I did enjoy looking at the beautiful houses and yards people have here and also taken more pics of flowers.

During the more boring paths, along people's farms, I managed to entertain myself massively with the book "Civilized to Death", I'll be done with it by lunchtime tomorrow. It's a good read and making me question the ways we live and the way I want to live and interact with 'civilisation'. It made me think I should rewatch an old Bulgarian comedy movie titled "The misunderstood civilisation".

I will share more about it in a post soon, but The Camino is doing its magic on me. I'm really living in and with my body!!!

💚 Reflections: Listening to my body and talking back to it

This is going to seem potentially very weird…but keep reading. So, imagine your body is an animal of its own kind, a creature outside of your conscious mind, that tries to communicate with you in its own way e.g pain. It's like a baby, if you haven't been paying attention to its ways of communicating with you, you won't distinguish the different cries and their meaning.

So taking on these analogies, and as someone who is highly cognitive and living in my head - not my body, I am becoming aware how years of doctors' and other people's gaslighting regarding my mysterious pain condition has detached me from my body and settled me in my head, avoiding, disregarding, not listening to my body and not responding to its needs and wants.

This is changing now. I'm listening & I'm talking back to it. And so much emotion wants to come out, so much physical and mental trauma needs releasing. I'm going to get there, slowly but surely.