Marathon, not a sprint…(mfg)

I so wished that I could have had Logan in my backpack and Erin in the front carrier when we started the day on a country road, seeing and hearing morning doves, roosters, cows, horses, and sheep. All the sounds! That, along with the smells of jasmine, olive trees, some manure. It was lovely.

I am equally delighted that I was not carrying them after 13 miles of hills and uneven terrain. We ultimately decided to take a taxi rather than walk another 8+ miles along a dangerous road with limited sidewalks. So we are in Tomar with achy shoulders and sore feet. Resting up to be able to walk 20+ miles tomorrow.

In between the bucolic morning stroll and decision to take Annabelle’s taxi, we walked through a eucalyptus forest, up and down hills, and through a few small towns.

Looking back to where we’d been…

Honestly, I felt conflicted about taking a taxi until I was in it and realized that aiming for Tomar was truly above our capacity. The Way is all about the walk, though it’s also a 30 day journey for us and we don’t want to burn out early.

This is Annabelle.