doubts

Santa Eulalia is wondering why she decided to walk this path. She is feeling cold and the determination she held so close to her chest is beginning to feel ridiculous. There is nonone here she likes or even wants to know. She has a memory, hers or someone elses, of being here before, carried kicking and screaming on the back of a white bull, or was that was Europa? So why is she voluntarily treading this path again? 
But at the moment it is without conviction. Maybe they are right - this is a path leading to nowhere.