On the fourth day of my pilgrimage to Santiago I went from Zwolen to Skaryszew. I wanted to go to Radom, but the priest in Zwolen told me that in Skaryszew there was a parish of Sts. James the Apostle. So the chance that I find a place to sleep was bigger.
This day I still remember because it was unusual. Huge empty, vacant and quiet spaces. No presence, no sounds of any civilization. Conversations with the wind and leaves in the woods. Beautiful sun. Silence. March. Beautiful.