I am constantly meeting people and hearing their stories, I am reminded of the Canterbury tales about an ancient pilgrimage whose format is pilgrims meeting and telling their stories. Tone made me cry.
I walked beside a women who said she left South Africa 30 years ago to marry an Austrailian soldier who was in a UN peacekeeping force, Her father was black
and her Mother white and they were poor, but her father felt that the most important thing was her schooling, his friends said, why educate a girl, but his father was insistent, this was the way out of poverty, and a girl might need to make her own way. She recounted walking barefoot to school. When she got there the nuns gave her bread with gobs of peanut butter, she can still remember the taste of it, for lunch they gave soup that had a strange taste, it had protein powder mixed in. Now she volunteers each year, with her husband, and sometimes her children at a hospital in Cambodia.
I have not done volunteer work, my excuse is that had too much work to do and everything I did was socially usefull. What will I do now?





Days have a routine, wake up at 5:30, Breakfast, Walk until 1 or 2 with a snack on the way. Arrive, check in, take a shower, hand wash and hang up your underwear, explore the town wearing your flip flops, at 7 eat then go to bed.
I great sight on the way a field of poppies.


, you meet people from all over the world and strike up friendships, sometimes you meet the same people agai and again and remeber their names. Some you only meet once. Around the table, Germany, Miami, Austrialia, South Korea, Taiwan and me)


I am not sure that these are pilgrims, but I was surprised how many of us are significantly overweight, I guess what you don’t have in physical conditioning You can make up in will power.

