Backwards to May 29.
We participated in a procession through the streets of the old town Santiago. While we walked other processions in small Spanish cities, this procession gathered force and became a river of folks within several blocks.
We traveled straight down several blocks as the street narrowed. I held a position shoulder to shoulder, feet to feet with other walkers.
i felt a oneness in the crowd like we had indeed become a river. As this feeling grabbed a strong hold on me, we took a dogleg to the left. As we began the turn we slowed. Throughout the turn my cadence slowed significantly.
As we left the turn and returned to straight the pace of the crowd, the river, picked up again.
While roses fluttered from overhead windows and the marching band played exceptionally well, I thought about trout resting in a turn of the river. I felt the change in the current during that procession and took a lesson on the preferred habitat of a trout.
I'm looking forward to fly fishing in Montana on my way home in late July!