I am now in Jaca and spent my first night in the refugio, where I also obtained my first stamp after having trodden throught the French country for 350 km. Oh well, it isn´t about gathering stamps or other reasons. I know in my heart that I am supposed to be there. I can see it in synchronistic messages I get along the road.
Getting lost is part of my vocabulary. I like to venture away from the yellow arrows and shells and go exploring with the result that I sometimes lose track of where I am going. As I am in unknown territory I cannot always orientate myself.
In Lacommande, that was anounced in my booklet as a warm and friendly town, I was awaited by the gendarmerie, the local police, and they wanted to know who I was. I hoped that there was no crazy woman running around who looked like me and I immediately said Pelerina, pelerina.
They did understand that.
Later I found in the Bois de Monein an abandoned loggers´camp where I slep alone. There were several treehouses high up and I did climb onto one of the ladders but, unfortunately, the door was locked. I don´t think I would have had the guts to slep in it as I do have an uneasy feeling when I am high up in the air.
Naturally, after I left my backpack there to go exploring the forest, I got lost again. I ended up in another logger´s camp and said mi madre, where is my pack?
I had no water left but I knew that within an hour I would be able to find the town, so it wasn´t too bad.
Am losing a lot of weight and keep throwing stuff away.
The weather is great and I am beginning the feel of freedom again, one of my favorite feelings.
Say hi to Brother David. I hope I´ll meet him along the way.
Am also looking forward to the leg that has wild toros in a meadow.
I´ll certainly traipse through it.
