Casual walk for painfull legs 20/10

 It was difficult to leave the place thisnmorning because I was busy talking with my hosts. It happened that Alain, the retired university professor i mentioned, was also an author on books about the forests and their preservation. Sole people are just so interesting i can't help but talk to them.


I started my walk at around 9 20 am and walked slowly. I only had 22 kilometers to acheive from Coulombiers to saint sauvant and my legs were painfull from the previous week.

I walked throught a forest once again, and reached the city of Lusignan which is pretty but was not very active during a Sunday.




The walks of today were not very pleasant because there was a huge hunter activity in the woods and between the dog a barking and sounds of rigle shots, the middle of the woods felt like a rather unsafe place at the moment.





My reflexions of the were mainly focused on myself (Sunday is selfish day from now on). How do I manage to know if I truly want something? Where is that place in my gutta, my feels. Since I was a kid I was taught to follow what is decided for me, never bothered making important choices for my life. I guess that is what turned me into some kind of spineless people pleaser. Now I want to get away and be selfish do things for myself. I try to open up to feelings and things that please me. For some decisions this implies huge consequences and therefore it becomes more difficult to listen to yourself. 

Futher on the road I crossed two ladies walking on the same road to Compostel. It lead to nice talks and for an hour I forgot the pain in my legs and was busy hearing new stories. I originally wanted to do in this blog a similar concept than the one in humans of newyork, but I met so few people and talked so little that I don't know how I will manage to do that. We will see if the future allows it


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