Placing stones

A couple of days back, hard to keep track when actually, we arrived at Cruz de Ferro. This wooden tall stake sits atop of a large pile of rocks, about 1500 meters high on the mountain and in the old days was used as a guide for pilgrims crossing the mountain. It is an old pagan ritutal to place your stone that you carted with you from home on top of the pile, relieving yourself of the burdens you have been carrying along your journey. Dwight and I had done some hiking back home, brought two stones we found at stone mountain and placed our own stones there, taking time to reflect on our journey and what we each had to leave at the Cruz de Ferro. The journey has been beautiful and more than we could have imagined. With less than 200 kilometers to go we are starting to cherish each day here, even when we are dirty, hurting and dragging one foot in front of the other. Each day, we get better at understanding that a wrong turn, wrong directions, mistranslation, an auberque not found, or even a broken stick really means that where we're meant to be is just where we are. It seems unfortunate on the surface but in the end it all works out and we instead missed something more unfortunate or were given a very very wonderful experience instead of a worse case scenario.