25 June Casa Domingo to Arzua
This morning saw a start to the day not unlike those of the past week or so. Another cool grey morning heavy with mist and the promise behind the low clouds of a sun that was never to fully appear today.
The countryside was again undulating, green and tree-filled. Young crops are starting to compete with each other for space in the neatly tended fields where the promise of a bountiful harvest is showing itself just above the soil of a rich fertile land.
I am soon lost in thought again and at some time or other after I don’t know how far I am looking at something I have seen for as long as I can remember and I take a photograph of it. But, before you see the same photo let’s play a little game.
Imagine, or draw on a piece of paper your dream location for a home. Do that now, before looking at this next photograph. Go on, play the game. Imagine that home in that place, or draw it……………………………………………………
Does it look anything like this?
This walking today could be anywhere in my local area, such is the lay of the land and the type of flora and fauna. Except for this……
Then there is one other major difference. A gastronomical one. Check out this menu, line three, centre choice. (Yeeeeeeeuk!)
Some of the river and stream crossings in the bottom of each valley are interesting and carry not only pilgrims but centuries of tales to tell if only they could speak.
For some time now the indigenous trees have been giving way to Eucalyptus, their tall forms reaching high above the topmost branches of their European cousins.
In places where they are the dominant plant and where they outnumber other trees, their habit of shedding their bark makes the woods look hotel rooms where pairs of lovers who were eager to take take others bodies had quickly and untidily shed their clothes, littering the ground around them and the branches of smaller trees with their discarded clothes.
I take a break amongst the Eucalyptus.
My mind wanders. I recall that one religion (Buddhist?) believe that all life, human and non-human has feelings and karma. If that is true, does it mean that the trees smaller, and in some senses less beautiful than the Eucalyptus, envy them?
Do they, the smaller trees, like some humans do with each other, look to the Eucalyptus whom they see as more pretty, beautiful or handsome than themselves with envious, inferiority loaded and learned comparison complexes and say to themselves “I wish I had the looks and body you have”, forgetting everything that makes them beautiful as an individual themself?
The last hour today was difficult with many short steep climbs which at any time other than the end of the day would not have been a problem. But, the day ended well for I met up with my Pennsylvanian Pick-nickers (Kevin, Liz and Chase) again and it is really good to see them.
This is my home for tonight.
Steps today 35143
Bye for now folks