Day 46 of my Camino. On my way to Monterotondo, I savored every one of the 16 km (10 mi) and all the 1132 ft of climbing, knowing that my friend the Camino and I will part in Rome in two days. The bitter-sweet emotion is already setting in. I didn’t even complain today as I gingerly walked uphill over its rocks that were out to trip me up. BTW, not once have I fallen in all the 46 days—and I thank my trekking poles for that. And my right sandal held on for dear life not letting its sole separate another millimeter. Thank you.
Just a few pics along the way that intrigued me: the randomness of bales of hay; the path; resting next to the path and thinking about it; my primo pellegrino hotel room at the other end of the Monterotondo Cathedral (there is no better room).