17th June Sensual
17th June ‘Sensual’ Villaviciosa to Oviedo Bus
Not exhaustive and in no particular order.
Sounds...restless sleepers, 6am packers, traffic near and far, cow bells round animals necks, my breathing, almost silent cyclist assassins, feet on concrete, gravel or mud, running water, gentle rain, click of walking sticks, camino greetings, the cacophony of the city, the breaking of the waves, the dawn chorus of birds, creatures scuttling into the undergrowth, dogs barking, farm machinery, camino converations, coffee being pressed and milk heated, clinking of glasses.
Sights...the extraordinary in the ordinary, the magic in the mundane, the beauty in the brokenness, majestic golden beaches, intimate back alleys, looming mountains, ominous skies, deserted streets, shafts of sunlight, farmland, industrial parks, always looking down at the path ahead of you, waves of white, faces looking tired /joyful /optimistic, Shoes and sticks carefully stacked, washing hanging out to dry,
Smells...mint, jasmine, stale sweat, exhaust fumes, eucalyptus, farmyard waste, salty air, the edge of a downpour, pine, fresh mown lawns, bread, body wash clean.
Taste...hot sugary milky coffee, strawberry lip balm, tortilla, crispy bread, electrolyte infused water, toothpaste, cold beer, jam, salty snacks, homemade meals.
Feel...nervous anticipation each morning, every single step(!!!), hands on walking sticks, the weight of my rucksack, blisters forming, bursting then settling, sunburned skin, cold water from a soaked hat, aching muscles and sinews, gentle breezes, scalding showers, increasing fitness, decreasing waistline, throbbing feet released from shoes, intimate connections, the salty sting of tears and a lump in the throat at farewells and my heart beating and getting bigger with love for my fellow pilgrims each day.
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