One day I made my mind. I ask my big sister advice for gear, make reservations for each night and few weeks later, I was on my shoes, walking 200km in 8days, just because why not? It was an amazing week. I had all the time I need alone, peacefully. I found a part of myself I had lost. I learned to walk with a 10kg bag on my back, moving each day in a mix of nature and city. Rediscovering so much beauty, but also the kindness of people. Everybody was cheering me up, offering me help if needed, or just company for time. At that time, I was a girl, alone, walking around 25 to 30km a day.
I rediscovered the notion of distance, how long it takes to go to a point A to a point B. And some day it was hard. In day 3 I had a sprained ankle. I was in pain, crying because of it, but also because of the idea to have to stop my journey, to not be able to be doing it. I was not ready to stop, I was hoping it was nothing too severe, but if my body can’t handle it anymore, I had no choice. So, I prepare myself while waiting for the pharmacy’s opening hours. At this moment I understood why our body was important in the big equation of life: it’s the one who carry us through everything. But I was lucky, and I just need to take some medicine to calm down the inflammatory and the pain. I was authorized to continue.
Each day had its share of difficulty, lessons, but also wonder and simple joy. I learn so much about myself, freedom, spirituality, and so much more! At the end, it was natural to walk, I was ready to go further, but it was time to catch the train back home. It was a strange feeling to be moving so fast and doing in couples’ hours what I had done in days.
And that how I start my journey on adventure and on the way to Compostella. Starting from Strasbourg and stopping just before Belfort.
