Another lesson was learned today: don’t interpret signs to mean what you want them to mean. I’d had a good morning getting away from the albergue around 8.30am and walking through farmland with its cows, sheep and crops, and then onto the pleasure of a quiet wooded area with it’s singing birds. Very few people were around.

I then arrived at my lesson point. One small arrow pointed across the centre of a roundabout. On reflection, it was saying to go straight ahead. Just beyond the roundabout was a track to the right. There were no arrows pointing either ahead or to the right, but there was another sign which comprised a white strip above a yellow strip. I had followed the same type of sign earlier on in Spain. I decided to follow
these signs and went to the right. This is where I went wrong. I wanted these signs to mean what they did not mean.

It was only a twenty minute walk to a headland, where, from a viewing platform I had a fabulous view of a small cove with a headland opposite and a beach to my left about a hundred metres below where I stood. Also to my left was a track which I thought would lead me to the beach. I followed the track which soon petered out but not my confidence in reaching the beach where I expected to be able to reconnect with the Camino trail. I slowly made my way down the hillside through ankle deep
mulch, ferns, briars and trees. I suspect the only beings to have attempted this descent before I made my inglorious attempt today were the animals. I got to the base of the hill and had about two metres of head high lantana to conquer but it was too thick and entangled to break through despite repeated attempts by changing my approach. Maybe I was being saved from more dire consequences. I decided a retreat was necessary. I made my way back up the hill eventually locating the path I’d come down relying on some luck, guidance from above, and a little common sense.

Back at the viewing platform, lathered in sweat, I decided to eat and reflect. My troublesome leg had not given me a problem during the descent and ascent. The lack of any problem was profound. Later, when I was back on the trail it started to play up. I’m searching for meaning in this. After eating I made my way back to the intersection where I’d made the incorrect turn and within a 100 metres of it on the road that went straight ahead I saw a yellow arrow which confirmed I was back on the Camino path. In all I’d spent more than two hours on this digression. A hundred metre walk would have saved me the experience I’d just had.

I made my way to the albergue another 8km further on with a lot of scratches and a lesson learned the hard way to show for it. I really don’t know why it is taking me so long to learn this lesson of staying on the path unless a change is diected, but it is. After today I’d like to think it has finally sunk in. I hope so.
The report notes that apple could have saved the trouble of developing the colorful iphone, and offered the year-old iphone 5 instead