Anniversary to myself

I miss Spain.

It was only a year ago that I was buying my first pair of hiking shoes at Bivouac , deciding what pair was the best bet to walk in if I were averaging 18-24 km a day of both flat and extreme hill terrain. Little did I know that I was going to step in a puddle of glass in a Barcelona club a week before the walk started, forcing me to walk in half a pair for another week.

 

Damaged foot to the left; Bivouac shoe to the right

Needless to say, one calf – still bigger to this day – became significantly larger than the other. Once I was able to comfortably fit my wrapped and damaged foot in my unworn shoe (they were already broken out from intensive training in Ann Arbor), I needed 600 mgs of Ibuprofen for that other unmuscular leg. - On that note: medicine is super cheap and readily available in Spain.

And after just another week, I was able to shake off any thoughts of pain, and thereafter, enjoy views like this…

Taking a moment to look back and visibly see the unbelievable path, outlined among the mountains of green, that I had just walked.