It is good to be back at my laptop. I finished the Camino (“The French Way”) on July 28th, 2017. Today I am back home and experiencing some serious “Camino” withdrawal. I understand this is normal, and it does feel good — cathartic, despite some pain.
At 5am this morning Brian woke up early to start his “Miracle Morning.” I got up with him (though a few minutes later). I stepped into his routine, started a pot of tea, and helped him make a smoothie — and then it hit. As we sat drinking our morning tea I related to him: “Right now I might be getting up, or maybe a little later (though on Spain time). I’d be putting lotion on my feet in the dark. Then, I’d roll up my sleeping bag liner. I’d wrap my big toes, put two layers of socks on, and fill up my water bottles . . . Then, I’d pack up, put my hiking boots on, and often leave in the dark. . .” Then the tears flowed. I think it concerned him, but I assured him this was normal.
Just this last Friday morning is when I reached Santiago. There wasn’t a big fanfare; I reached it alone. Friends had already arrived before and would continue to arrive after. I started the trip alone; I ended it alone — and I think I’d wanted it that way. On my way down the streets of Santiago that Friday, walking toward the Obradoiro Plaza, I heard city violinists played Sting’s “Fields of Gold.” How did they know to play that song? Memories of the first few days and my first walking companions swam back into my memory. My South Korean friend was once again playing the song on his phone for me and my Camino friends from France and the UK, as we walked along our own “fields of gold”, our feet swaying with the rows of wheat along the “French Way”.
I don’t want to forget. The tears remind me that I won’t. I still have not fully processed everything, and that’s ok. Thank you for taking this journey with me.
Love, light, blessings. ❤