Today I’m wondering why I’m doing this Camino for a second time. News from home has been emotional, making me wish I were there to be a support.
My foot hurts, possibly from over use or from carrying too much weight in my pack. I’m hoping it’s not a stress fracture.
The mattress in this albergue is flat, and I can feel the metal bar from the bed frame under my back.
The sun at 7 is still very hot. It’s a searing, dry heat. After 10 or 11 in the morning, the sun is too strong to walk.
I want to quit!
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Christine Swint’s poems have appeared in Calyx, Birmingham Poetry Review, Slant, a Journal of Poetry, Tampa Review, Heron Tree, Ekphrasis, and others. Her poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net, and Best New Poets, and she has won first place prizes from the Georgia Poetry Society and Agnes Scott College. Her first collection, Swimming This, was published in 2015 by FutureCycle Press. She teaches first-year composition at a metro-Atlanta university and writes about poetry, art, hiking, and yoga at Balanced on the Edge, https://balancedonedge.blog
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