The Camino de Compostela is often compared to the Way of our life – with a beginning, middle and inevitable end.
We start full of energy, eagerness and expectations. And, as in life, we tire as we march, we learn from different experiences and often have to readjust the compass of our expectations.
If you got a knee injury in the first few days, you will always limp a little out of fear of the pain returning, if you got bitten by some nasty nighttime bug, you will never have a completely restful sleep or if you got short-changed by a merchant, you may always raise your eyebrow with suspicion when purchasing.
In essence, you become the product of your experiences, as you journey on.
But as the narrow path to Santiago draws in closer to the end, all those little preoccupations all of sudden seem so trivial. On the last few days and hours of the journey, nothing of the sort matters and all you can wish for is the endless continuation of this blissful state. Despite the crippling tiredness, the various injuries and hardships, you don’t want it to end.
Not only did we not want the Camino to end, we couldn’t imagine not walking every day. I had grown so accustomed to this enriching routine that I had a lot of trouble letting go of it. On the last day, I tried to fully savour every single second with a sense of urgency and presence of mind. And I guess that just as in our road in life, it all seemed to end too quickly and abruptly. The beautiful part of the Camino is that if one can afford the time, they can do it again and again, as many have. Unfortunately, we only have one life… so let’s feel every little rock under our tired feet… as we will miss the ache when we can no longer walk.
Here are some pictures of the last few days on the Camino to Santiago, but still more to come (this journey truly never ends!).
I am now back in London, resting – restlessly.
Next stop – Germany! Hope you join me for some more adventures and discoveries on Madnessasmantra!