Sometimes it goes like this:
S: Alexandra, lets just hitchhike into (name that city). or Alexandra, why don't we take a bus down the mountain? Why in the world should we have to walk downhill if we can help it?
A: Nope.
Sometimes it goes like this:
S: Alexandra, we should get another 13km in today! We can get to (such and such a city) and stay there! Its only 4 o'clock; we totally have time, and I feel like I could go forever!
A: Nope.
Well, actually, it is never that simple. There is generally a lot of whining, hand-waving, and loud exclamations of frustration on both sides, punctuated with incredulous laughter and even grunts. Sofia accuses me of being stubborn, and I just ride that wave because it's true. One evening outside of a bar, we debated the wisdom of trying to make it to the bottom of a mountain before dark, and I swear all of the other pilgrims were watching us in mild horror at the loud American drama unfolding before their eyes.
All I have to say is that I am happy in the middle. I am walking the Camino. That means I want to walk all of it--no cheating or cutting corners. It means that I am not running the Camino. 20-25 km a day is entirely enough for me. Sofia swings wildly from one extreme to the other. I don't know how she does it.
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