7/14/2014

A Story A Day. Story 191 of 365: Walk.

"I think the change started after the accident. Bidane realized she had to change her life, take profit of her body while she was young. She had never liked doing sports, but the doctor advised her to stay active to accelerate the recovery, so she started walking along the beach in Donostia. It was summer, so it was pleasant most of the time. The first days she would walk a little and sit on the first bench she could see, her leg still hurt too much to walk more. It took her a long time until she was able to walk a full kilometer without stopping, enough time to start liking it. I could see how she would look forward to her walk, and how happy she looked when she returned. I used to tease her, telling her she had become an old woman, but she never became mad at me. When fall came she could walk much better, and despite the rains and the wind, she continued her daily strolls. By spring, the following year, she was already able to climb up a mountain, and after that her progress accelerated. That same summer she decided to do the "Camino de Santiago", I went with her, and I could hardly keep up with her pace."

"So, it didn't come as a surprise when she announced she wanted to cross Europe by walking."

"Well, in a way yes. We knew she loved to walk, but she also loved her work. Seeing her leave her job to follow such a strange dream was... unexpected to say something. Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of her, but I was surprised when she said she wanted to take a whole year off and wander around."

"What did your family think about it?"

"Our mother wasn't to happy, she was concerned about Bidane's well-being, she was afraid something bad would happen to her and we would never know. Our father was supportive, he said that if he had been younger we'd have joined."

"And what do you think about it? How is your relationship with your sister?"

"Surprisingly, much better. We were always close, but somehow we've grown closer. Is as if I walked beside her everyday."

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