Pablo Mac
Member
- Time of past OR future Camino
- Camino Frances SJPP to SDC Sept 2012
Camino Frances Astorga to SDC Sept 2014
Camino Del Norte Irun to Santander Sept 2015
Caminho Portugese Barcelos to SDC Sept 2016
Camino Del Norte Santander to SDC (2017)
To the inevitable butterflies.
To the airside aroma of aviation.
To the first glimpse of potential pellegrinos.
To the staging point of innumerable first steps, St Jean.
To the first light of the first day.
To the easy introductions over shared endeavours.
To the awe inspiring vistas.
To the angst inspiring storm clouds.
To the sharing of space with strangers.
To the orchestra of snorers.
To the jamon y queso.
To the hastily acquired Spanglish.
To the pleasing familiarity of new found friends.
To the blisters, wounds of a war with self.
To the vino tinto.
To the relentless rhythm of boots on gravel.
To the burdens of backpacks..... and of life.
To the countless café con leches.
To the joy of crisp clean clothes.
To the grand cavernous cathedrals.
To the humble lodgings.
To the swirling morning mists.
To the cruz de ferro.
To the sweet scent of pine in the mountain air.
To the whispered prayers.
To the acceptance of our shortcomings.
To the loved ones carried with us.
To the new understanding of old scars.
To the lessons in love and life.
To the sense of belonging .
To Santiago......again.
To the airside aroma of aviation.
To the first glimpse of potential pellegrinos.
To the staging point of innumerable first steps, St Jean.
To the first light of the first day.
To the easy introductions over shared endeavours.
To the awe inspiring vistas.
To the angst inspiring storm clouds.
To the sharing of space with strangers.
To the orchestra of snorers.
To the jamon y queso.
To the hastily acquired Spanglish.
To the pleasing familiarity of new found friends.
To the blisters, wounds of a war with self.
To the vino tinto.
To the relentless rhythm of boots on gravel.
To the burdens of backpacks..... and of life.
To the countless café con leches.
To the joy of crisp clean clothes.
To the grand cavernous cathedrals.
To the humble lodgings.
To the swirling morning mists.
To the cruz de ferro.
To the sweet scent of pine in the mountain air.
To the whispered prayers.
To the acceptance of our shortcomings.
To the loved ones carried with us.
To the new understanding of old scars.
To the lessons in love and life.
To the sense of belonging .
To Santiago......again.
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