salamanca – calzada de valdunciel



Day 44: 15 km’s

Today’s reflection: The inadvertent wisdom of George Costanza……….




I leave the beautifully elegant and orderly Salamanca this morning, and slowly, ever so slowly, I can feel parts of the puzzle beginning to fall into place. What puzzle? The puzzle of what the hell I’m doing here in the first place. That puzzle. I am here to listen to the shadow talk.  Today she is talking to me about decay, dead things, and piss and shit and snakes and toads, and how they are also all a part of life, like this bloody awful and noisy asphalt road, whether I like it or not. Endings are as natural as beginnings. I can try to  avoid this discomfort (which is impossible), or I can shine light on it, see it for what it is, embrace it, use it to make the beauty more beautiful still. To make the now more intense.

I want to avoid the ugliness of the exit, the kilometres of asphalt, the WHOOSH! of cars- so, instead, I do the opposite. I forego the bus and walk. Slowly……. I watch, I listen, I smell. I observe what goes on inside.

Inertia and tendency push me to want to get kilometres under my belt, to hurry along….get to Santiago more quickly -but I do the opposite. Instead of walking 36 km’s, I do a short day instead. I stop.

Oh George Costanza, now I remember your words of wisdom.

Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting to get different results. Never were truer words spoken.




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