What is the Camino like? That’s a tough question. It’s fluid, changing day after day. Just like life.
In the beginning, the first few days, it takes you over mountains that truly humble you. But they also make you proud once you reach the summit. The beauty of the views takes your breath away. Slowly you get stronger physically.
With those first days also comes the first stories of fellow pilgrims. They are impressive, to say the least. They are good in many ways and make you realize that you are not alone fighting your battle. They show you the good and openness in others. War makes you forget that at times.
After that you hit the planes with endless roads. You realize soon that they are even more of a challenge. You are under constant attack of your own thoughts and memories. Slowly you hear more and more stories and in some of those stories there are answers to the questions you have been struggling with. They change your point of view on many levels. Again, it remains a battle, but at this point we are fighting together. It gets emotional at times, but that doesn’t matter anymore. We all have our moments and we all have each other’s back. No shame. Even the biggest and toughest cry. It’s good to let it out. After all this we have a beer or some wine and laugh it off
Walking half a marathon day in day out is like meditation. Your mind slowly gets quieter, more and more peaceful with each passing mile. It still shifts at times, especially after a few bad nights. As much as I enjoy the company of other pilgrims, sleeping with 10 of them in a room is another story. I am a little over half way done. Santiago is still a long way away.