MKalcolm M
Solvitur ambulando - It is solved by walking
- Time of past OR future Camino
- north route spring 2013
Is the camino a curse?
I have walked in pouring rain, with every part of my body in pain, tired to the point of exhaustion. I have been foot-sore, bone weary, and pleading for this to end. I have had blisters that burst, then shed their skin, then turned into a bloody mess of raw flesh. But still I go back.
I have fought bitter and bloody court cases with my ex-wife to take my daughter on the camino. (We won). I work all year to save for this. I forgo pleasures and little luxuries each week to accumulate enough money to pay for it. I give up vacation time, I work overtime, Just to do it all again.
I watch YouTube videos of the camino, with tears pouring down my face. I love my house, but I call Santiago home...
I have walked 5 caminos, over 1600kms, more than a thousand miles, I have been back only 24 hours before I start planning the next one...
What is this, Why is this, this yearning to be on the path again, as the dawn breaks with the light and fresh dew of a new day walking Westwards (or North, or South, or South West), to crest a ridge and look into the next valley over a new panorama, to cook up a communal meal, to clink classes with fellow perigrinos, to laugh with strangers, to hear the pipes on the way, to laugh and cry and hug each other in front of the cathedral...
How I want to do it all again.
I have walked in pouring rain, with every part of my body in pain, tired to the point of exhaustion. I have been foot-sore, bone weary, and pleading for this to end. I have had blisters that burst, then shed their skin, then turned into a bloody mess of raw flesh. But still I go back.
I have fought bitter and bloody court cases with my ex-wife to take my daughter on the camino. (We won). I work all year to save for this. I forgo pleasures and little luxuries each week to accumulate enough money to pay for it. I give up vacation time, I work overtime, Just to do it all again.
I watch YouTube videos of the camino, with tears pouring down my face. I love my house, but I call Santiago home...
I have walked 5 caminos, over 1600kms, more than a thousand miles, I have been back only 24 hours before I start planning the next one...
What is this, Why is this, this yearning to be on the path again, as the dawn breaks with the light and fresh dew of a new day walking Westwards (or North, or South, or South West), to crest a ridge and look into the next valley over a new panorama, to cook up a communal meal, to clink classes with fellow perigrinos, to laugh with strangers, to hear the pipes on the way, to laugh and cry and hug each other in front of the cathedral...
How I want to do it all again.