We both agreed that this is our last pilgrimage. It was no cake walk for a couple over 70. There were days when I couldn't believe C would keep going. A lot of women much younger than her would have packed it in and taken a train. In fact a lot wouldn't even have started out. We had some days when we meandered along without a care in the world. I really can't recall them right now. The one thing that was a constant for the 92 days was the emotional factor. The not knowing brought on the highs and lows. When fatigue set in along with the highs and lows, they were that much more intense, one way or the other.
I think we are glad we did it, although if we knew what we would be going through before we started, we might not have taken it on. It is a really big commitment. Walking through thunder storms with intense lightening, heavy rain, swelling streams, flooded rivers, all this while trying to find your way. Not for the faint of heart, nor the uncommitted. The piece of paper at the end pales in comparison to the satisfaction of having done the journey together and having met angel upon angel, day after day.
