Comino de Madman
I stole a pair of shoes once, actual a few times, as i walked the comino de Santiago. I cant say i felt any remorse, because i didnt. It was a necessaty at the time. As i had walked thousands of miles over the years from country to country the little i had left had dwindeled. Not having souls on the bottom of my feet was a lusagary i had grown to like and was unwilling to give up. I had burned threw a few pairs alone as i walked the 900 k of the comino de Santiago. Climbing out of bed one morning, looking around the 200 bed doorm then down to my worn out shoes, the soles on the botom flapping as I fold them black with my hans. I thought of repairing them with the duct tape I carry with me but that had dwindled down to nothing also. A simple thought and it was decides. I had already pondered it the night before as I passed the massive shelf downstairs loaded with other pilgrams shoes against the church window. Churches and perishes have housed the roughly hundred thousend plus pilg...