Hi, this is Alexandra
If you personally know me, you know that I have been following my heart’s calling since my early twenties despite cultural norms, deep fears, and many trials and tribulations.
My belief is that we are all souls having a human experience and it is our job to make the most of it on earth. To enjoy our time, to do good and be unapologetically ourselves.
While in Europe you would be hard pressed to escape churches. And well, why would you? They are pretty beautiful to visit.
If a town is big enough you might even find a cathedral (mostly magnificent) or if the village is small you might have to content yourself with a chapel.
At some point on my trip I was inspired to take pictures of … walls …. of all things.
Trudging along, I was intrigued by all the different styles of walls I came across.
Now that I have arrived in Le Puy en Velay, France, which is one of the major junctions in my journey, I deem it interesting to take an account of the challenges I have endured during my over 2,000 km walk thus far.
Before reading on, pause for a moment. Ask yourself: what you would expect your three major challenges to be if you were to walk 2,000 km?
Conch shells have been a symbol of pilgrimage to Santiago since medieval times. A pilgrim would gather the shells at the ocean as proof that he or she had succeeded in his/ her journey to Santiago.
Nowadays, pilgrims obtain such a shell before starting out on their journey. The shells are fastened to the backpack as proof that you are on a quest.
Yesterday I crossed the crux of the le Puy route in France, Mount Aubrac.
The mountain at 1,300 m isn’t really that high but multiple people had warned me days in advance about its wild nature.
It was wild.
It was alivening.
Today, I walked towards the crux of the Chemin de le puy in France. Aubrac.
Pilgrims I met that are traveling southward i.e. the opposite direction of me informed me of the presence of 50 cm of new snow up ahead on mount Aubrac.
Luckily, they laid first tracks. …
Conques, France, is a jewel. It allows one to step back in history.
The combination of medieval houses and absence of suburban sprawl made my jaw drop in aw.
It’s been terribly wet and windy. And it’s not just a drizzle of wet but torrential rains.
The temperatures are dropping too which makes being wet not exactly fun. As soon as I stop, my body turns to a shivering ice block. (Weird analogy 😀)
It is November; and the depth of fall has clearly arrived. It should come to no surprise that wind, heavy rains, and cool temperatures await me as I start on my walk every morning.
The paths which primarily lead through forests and open fields have turned into a muddy mess and I need to navigate numerous tiny streams happily meandering where I am meant to walk.