After that 34 plus Kilometers you can gather that I was SO grumpy. It was quite a lovely small city really with a castle and pretty monuments on every square. Its just that, even though you stop and refresh yourself every couple of hours at sweet inns where food and drink is always available almost 24/7…9 hours on the road is too much for my old heels. It does make you reflect though.
What struck me was how everyone wants to leave their mark everywhere. I think I must have been born a chromosome short because I don’t have that need. I almost with that I had something of my mum’s to leave at the Iron cross…and so many people prayed and were reflective and knelt down…me? I saw a lovely green stone and thought ,
”Well, everyone is in my heart so they are all in this green stone.”
I couldn’t pass anywhere without someone leaving their mark. There was graffiti on every sign, little piles of stones that people made as they passed, ribbons tied around trees and twig crosses on every lonely rocky path…everyone’s hopes and dreams…man even builds cathedrals to make their mark…I will have to find that missing chromosome.