Finding peace on the Camino

Today I walked about 20 kms after having a quiet day yesterday at the Refugio at Cizur Menor just outside Pamplona.  My shoulders ached and I worried that the muscle pain would get worse and dreaded picking up my heavy pack once more.  I had stayed overnight at the Refugio in Pamplona even though I had considered staying at the Hotel de la Playa where Hemingway stayed and where his room, #217 is still available with original furnishings, for a modest 520 euros a night!  I saw the Plaza de los Toros and followed the path of the running of the bulls (and no Lynn, I was not wearing red).
The walk today took me through rolling hills with views reminiscent of Tuscany.  Spring follows me along the route and wisteria dripped from the balcony of the refugio and lilacs bloom in the gardens of the little villages we pass through.  Apple blossoms, wild thyme and yellow gorse dot the path and fields of yellow wildflowers contrast with the brilliant green that the province of Navarre boasts at this time of year.
I took off my still heavy backpack and sat down for a rest.  The fields on either side of the route stretched beyond where the eye could see, so I looked to see what was planted there.  Peas.... peas, finally I had found peas on the Camino.  Maybe I need to make my prayers clearer but I do think God has a great sense of humour.