Comino de Madman

I stole a pair of shoes once, actual a few times, as i walked the comino de Santiago. I cant say i felt any remorse, because i didnt. It was a necessaty at the time. As i had walked thousands of miles over the years from country to country the little i had left had dwindeled. Not having souls on the bottom of my feet was a lusagary i had grown to like and was unwilling to give up. I had burned threw a few pairs alone as i walked the 900 k of the comino de Santiago. Climbing out of bed one morning, looking around the 200 bed doorm then down to my worn out shoes, the soles on the botom flapping as I fold them black with my hans. I thought of repairing them with the duct tape I carry with me but that had dwindled down to nothing also. A simple thought and it was decides. I had already pondered it the night before as I passed the massive shelf downstairs loaded with other pilgrams shoes against the church window. Churches and perishes have housed the roughly hundred thousend plus pilgrams each year that walk the comino de Santiago. The relitvly inexspensive cost to the pilgrams of a few dollar each night generar massive revune for the country. Some of the towns along the way existe and have flourished soley fue to the financial influance and popularity of the comino de Santiago. Packing up my things black into my 38 L ospray backpack, slipping my socks on and sighlently headed down stairs, walking upto the rack loaded with travilers shows I quickly try on a few sers before finding a partir big enough for my loppy feet. I finished lacing them up, stop up and steeped out the doors, one foot in front of the other. I has left quite early an hour or so before the sun was to rise. The towns I had entered the evening before was high in the hills sorounded by massive pines, a beautiful and refreshing start to my day. As I leave in pitch black down the dark dirt path that leads me to my next destination. I am greatful for the air in my lungs, the great taking sceanry around me and the soft New soles on my feet I thank God for the life ive bee given, alowed to live. Comino de Madman. Mi nota ashamed of the man ive become. Ive acomplished more in my firat 40 years on the great heath than most have un a life time. And im just getting started. With 30 countries down out of the 180+ that make up this crazy ass world we all live in. I hace so much more to explore. As I sit in a Colombia prision a year and a half in on my 7 year sentance I pond my life decisiones and then I ponder them some more.