More thoughts
How beautiful are the feet of the
messengers of God . . . you can recognize a pilgrim even when they are cleaned
up and in plain clothes by their shoes – FLIP FLOPS. It was a last-minute shopping trip to make
sure each of us had adequate flip flops.
It was on the packing list – but I thought it was for staying in hostels
and showering. NO – nothing feels better
at the end of the day than a pair of flip flops. It is a small pleasure to prolong the boot
wearing in the morning with one last walk in flip flops to breakfast. The trail ranged from mud, to cobble stones,
to pounded sand/dirt, to tarmac – it was hard on the feet.
Siestas are serious
business. We are missing out on
something in the US by not taking a break to rest in the middle of the day. We
sometimes took siestas on the side of the trail on our handy DWR blanket. We often took siestas when we arrived at our
new destination. It helped keep us going
until the 8:30 pm dinner hour.