Day 12b: On rediscovering The Way … (04/26/2019)
After walking for several hours through the drizzling rain, I arrived in Freiburg and spent several hours drying off in the lovely library there. Even though my ankles proceeded to swell up to the size of large oranges after those many moments of non-movement, I eventually set forth once again — intending to head southwest through town and onward towards the French border.
Unfortunately, one of the more common challenges during any pilgrimage is navigating larger towns and cities, with way-markers often being either non-existent or at best hard to notice. And yet after more than a few highly frustrating hours of meandering in what I thought must be the correct direction (and receiving more than a few hints from locals residents — with some being helpful and others much less so), I did indeed finally spot a few Freiburg-specific way-markers (small green arrows) that ultimately led me to the more traditional Camino identifiers (yellow scallop-shells on the royal blue backgrounds) — and I walked onward with a sense of great gratitude (and just as great a sense of relief) thereafter … 😀
“Courage does not always roar. In truth, oftentimes courage is the quietest of voices emanating from the center of any difficulty; the voice that whispers, softly yet persistently, ‘I will rise again.’” ~ inspired by Mary Anne Radmacher
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