This is the official first step of my pilgrimage. Immortalised for the socials because if it isn't online it never happened.  

    

 

  

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I'm at the Alto Del Perdón now, 770m in elevation.

The lady at the Conxa cafe that is at the summit gave me several compliments.

She asked me if I was from the Canary Islands 🇮🇨, no, sadly I'm not madam. Then she told me she thought I must be because I'm that handsome.

Bless her. I bet she says that to all the sweaty strangers that come across her path at the top there.

I feel disgusting, sweaty, I'm covered in mud but that's very kind of her. It's also apparently a joy to be up here today even though it's overcast but it's not windy. Apparently it's windy as fuck over here, that would explain all the wind turbines at the top there...

I did find a horseshoe on the way down. Luck awaits.     Today's meditation: Who can't I forgive?  My parents. For failing so badly and miserably. For their inability to see past themselves and for failing to see their unbelievably bad failings both as parents and as people. Not even just to us, but to each other.   I can't forgive them for their failure to understand that it's not just their sacrifice alone that is or should be the object of pity, or thanks. And by their sacrifice I mean leaving everything that they had or knew to leave to Australia on the back of a promise for the future of their proginy. That alone worthy of thanks, but they are so self centred they can't see past that to acknowledge the burden they placed on us broadly and me more specifically.  I can't forget the trauma and abuse.  I can't forget my father's violence and my mother's complicity.   Can't does not mean "won't" though. I'm working out how to do that, I may fail but that's ok. I've processed that much.  

I did find a horseshoe on the way down. Luck awaits.  

 

Today's meditation: Who can't I forgive? 

My parents. For failing so badly and miserably. For their inability to see past themselves and for failing to see their unbelievably bad failings both as parents and as people. Not even just to us, but to each other.  

I can't forgive them for their failure to understand that it's not just their sacrifice alone that is or should be the object of pity, or thanks. And by their sacrifice I mean leaving everything that they had or knew to leave to Australia on the back of a promise for the future of their proginy. That alone worthy of thanks, but they are so self centred they can't see past that to acknowledge the burden they placed on us broadly and me more specifically. 

I can't forget the trauma and abuse. 

I can't forget my father's violence and my mother's complicity.  

Can't does not mean "won't" though. I'm working out how to do that, I may fail but that's ok. I've processed that much.  

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Puente La Reina now, 680km to the end.

I made it here. I'm tired. I'm hungry and I'm tired.

I have lost the ability to speak Spanish and think in English. I just got asked whether I wanted a menu in Castilian or English and I just said "yes, it's good"

Bye. 

Steps taken today: 37,010

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