The word for blisters in french and spanish is the same for lightbulbs. I imagine the lightbulbs on my feet shining bright as we walk inexonerably onwards, each day different, the many people along the way so beautiful and open.
Physically the walkling takes a toll on the body, and at the end of each day I am exhausted, and tend to my feet meticulously. It is amazing how refreshed i feel after a nights sleep and howready I am to continue this journey.
French has been hard. Last night I had my first quasi conversation over dinner with Laurent, an arborist who lives in DisneyLand, France.
