Signs on the Camino 

  

Just as I seldom look at the guidebook until I’m lost (and usually not even then) I’m not really one who goes looking for extra meanings around every corner. It’s not that I’m opposed to others’ conjectures and interpretations– I just prefer the subtleties of my own philosophies.  

(Ok, I make an exception for peregrino feet. It doesn’t take much imagination to see the analogy between foot problems and life problems — untended, they both usually get worse.)

  

So what do I make of the fact that I awoke yesterday with an acute case of laryngitis? I feel just fine but I couldn’t talk above a whisper. I guess it’s my own interesting version of the peregrino plague. What else could it be?

Who me? Talk less and listen more? 

No, it can’t be that. I’ll distract myself with some photos from today.