Much of Camino is determination. Some hurt more than others, some are naturally adapted to it, some are not. Getting up every morning with the knowledge of another grueling, difficult, hot, rainy, day filled with sore muscles, abrasions, busters and abs and pains all over, and still putting in the pack at 0630 to move onward is hard.
I live in comfort. I have AC, two cars, a huge comfy couch, a quiet teaching job. Hardship is not sleeping in accustomed to. My parents tell me we experienced it when I was a child, but children often don't remember such things, and even then it was American hardship. Not soviet hardship, Africa hardship. And Camino is nothing like that.
Camino is spiritual hardship, be a use it is self-inflicted. We walk by bus stations daily that could take us as far as we want to go. We cross train tracks that could do the same. But we don't notice them.
Today is fallen genuinely ill. Join arrival in Tomar I checked in and immediately fell asleep. Nataliia arrived shortly thereafter and we went on a walk around town. Tomar is somewhat touristy due to a castle and some involvement in the crusades, with knights Templar featured heavily in the town.
After our walk I began to feel under the weather and returned to the room to find I had slight temperature. Nataliia dedicated her evening to my recuperation, and I hope more than anything that I will be better in the morning so that we can stay with the group of pilgrims we have come to know. Sasha especially has formed a bond with them, and gets along well.
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