THE MAN WHO SPRINTED THE MARATHON – TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.5

Basque Country – Gipuzkoa, Spain.
IN CONTINUATION FROM: TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.4 – THE LEAN, MEAN, AND HIGHLY EMOTIONAL MACHINE.

Good evening/morning/night whatever — I’m not always sure how to start these things.

It’s funny how we are “trained” to formally present our thoughts in structured essay format. Sure, I guess it helps to be literate, but when is enough enough in order to effectively deal with the grey and unnorganized chaos in the world that is wholefuly represented with the poignance of a grammatically incorrect sentence?

Perhaps a little too extreme of a point to start off with alongside the irrelevancy of this point with the context of the post ahead…

Let’s move on!

The following is Number 5 of 14 in the series of blog posts called “Tales From The Walk Behind Me”.

If you missed part one, here it is — Click Me!

If you’re new to these, it is a series of originally journaled entries through a few of my days —events, experiences, thoughts— along the Camino De Santiago.

This was my second Camino that took place over 26 days through September to October, 2019 that covered 1010+km along the Camino Norte route, including Muxia-Finisterre.

This is my standard cut and paste disclaimer from the tale before, I will give you the bit of warning because it might not be what you expect– my thoughts can be ugly because I’m a weirdo.

Furthermore, the content will vary, and the timelines will be all over the place because my mind loves a wild goose chase.

You also may question my own benevolence as a human being.

There is a strong warrior in all of us! Here is no. 5…

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