The Camino is like a good book that we want to read over and over again, each time finding new meanings and surprising connections in the story, never getting tired of it even though we know more or less what the next page brings. Or maybe we do forget the story but remember it was a good one and want to be seduced again by the freedom away from all attachments.
Some say the Camino is a drug, an addiction that somehow gets us up at 5am, start walking in the dark or fog or rain whatever the day brings, stop at the furthest inn that our legs can take us, rest for the night and start all over again the next day.
Walking forward to the villages in the distance, arriving, passing through, moving on. Every day is like walking into a postcard scenery in picturesque countryside.
Sometimes we were so deep in thought that we forget to look back – to the landscape we were part of a moment ago, the people and places we’ve left behind, and at the most beautiful sunrises in the world.
Our part of the Camino is over for Irene and I this year but our friends are still walking towards Santiago. Our thoughts are with them every stage of the way.
Buen Camino Amigos! Don’t forget to look back at the sunrise each day.