Sat. 10-28-23 Corleone to Prizzi.

 

I left Corleone early. I had a bit of left over pizza, then stopped for one last coffee and a very sweet custard filled pastry before hitting the Camino.  

I left a Napa Valley Bike Tour T-shirt at SicilBike for Mario Orlando. He met my friend Joe B. in Sicily on some mountain, and Mario and I both work at a bike shops,  so I thought that was the right thing to do since I was in town.

This roadway must have some history. Who builds stuff with pavers that big.

There is a lot of wide open space on the trail between Corleone and Prizzi.  A lot of time to talk with myself and to try and sort out what I’m learning on a Camino.  

I can do amazing things, if I set my mind to it.

I tend to underestimate my abilities, which limits my outcomes.

I need to self talk more positively.  I spent too much inner dialog on doubt. 

I have my limits and boundaries as I choose them.

Rough trail cutting off part of a roadway.

One of many water stops along the way. ( I have purification tablets if I need to refill)

An old building. (Duh)

Wild horses all around. 

This is KM 8 or so where I lost my lens cap to my camera.

By KM 12 of the 20 KM section I had been hiking for over 4 hours. I was a complete over cooked noodle by this point. I stopped to have a sandwich with some friendly dogs at a little ranch that had guys picking olives by hand.  It had a little chapel as well.

I had 8 more KM to go.  I dug deep, my body felt fine, and I again reflected on my purpose and process, as I looked down at the small speck of earth before me as I walked over it. 

Towards Prizzi KM 16

More porcupine quills

The final climb to Prizzi

The final uphill was an insult to my western sensibilities of how to have fun on vacation. And I had this old city ahead of me, a satisfying day of achievement, and despite my body working fine, I was a zombie at this point. I kept checking my map and it kept saying 4 more KM. Just like the scene in Monty Python’s The Holy Grail, where the knight is running toward the camera, it flashes away, comes back to the Knight, but it’s the same cut over and over. 

A guy stopped to talk to me about my Camino experience and I basically begged him to give me a ride to the top. What an incredible little town. A confusing mess of narrow streets. Locals saw me coming and knew where I was heading, to Nicholetta’s Casa di Boganvilla. 

I’m staying inside her house, which, as anyone who knows me, is way out of my comfort zone.  But maybe that is part of the travel experience.

Those mattresses have been there a few years. 

Nicholetta is taking me to Camaratta tomorrow. I’m ditching the 24KM “Challenging “ section to Castronova di Sicilia.  I just can’t do it. I’m spending three nights there, which will give me time to figure out some things.  

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