My way. The walking way.

I’m wearing out my shoes. Fast. One pair of walking shoes is already gone. Since arriving in Sardinia on Nov. 10. The last three days, I’ve walked a total 41 miles. Close to 50 kilometers. Sometimes, my Italian true love cautions me. To not walk too much. But I’m nowhere close to too much. I love to walk. And explore. Observe. The world is my domain. And I see people. Activity. Human endeavors. Animals, too. Dogs. Cats. Not many squirrels in Sardinia. I wonder why. Gotta check it out. Back home in Minnesota I see squirrels. Year-round. Even in the frigid wintertime. They don’t all hibernate. Anyway, I was talking about walking. It’s not too much. Because I break up my walks. Sometimes in two-mile segments. But occasionally 10-mile spurts. Depends. I listen to my body. My mind, too.  That’s quite a combination. I listen to other people, too. But generally, I do things my way. The walking way. –Jim Broede