Hi! I've been referred to this site by a friend with whom I walked most of the way to Santiago (hi, Deirdre!) and I'm coming on for the first time as I procrastinate from writing a paper...
I'm twenty years old, live in Winnipeg, Manitoba (Canada), and I walked from Pamplona to Santiago between July 22 and August 18. I had been in Europe to backpack for the summer, without any real plan as to where I wanted to go or what to do with the time. I met a German man in the first week of the trip, back in May, and he described the Camino to me- he's a travel writer and had done a section earlier that past year. I forget which part, though... At any rate, he shared the possibility with me and it stuck in my head for the rest of the summer. So I did it! And it was the most wonderful and difficult thing I have ever experienced.
It's strange to be home now - even after close to two months - and to walk past people on city streets with no acknowledgement, to sleep in the same bed every night, not to feel exhausted and exalted at once; I thought arriving back home would be a relief after so many months alone, but now I miss people I met and the places we passed through together. It's also bizarre not to talk about it- and, especially, not to be understood if I do.
I meant just to arrive here and say hello, but! look how I've gone on. It's great to see so many people here discussing! I'll be back...
Erin
I'm twenty years old, live in Winnipeg, Manitoba (Canada), and I walked from Pamplona to Santiago between July 22 and August 18. I had been in Europe to backpack for the summer, without any real plan as to where I wanted to go or what to do with the time. I met a German man in the first week of the trip, back in May, and he described the Camino to me- he's a travel writer and had done a section earlier that past year. I forget which part, though... At any rate, he shared the possibility with me and it stuck in my head for the rest of the summer. So I did it! And it was the most wonderful and difficult thing I have ever experienced.
It's strange to be home now - even after close to two months - and to walk past people on city streets with no acknowledgement, to sleep in the same bed every night, not to feel exhausted and exalted at once; I thought arriving back home would be a relief after so many months alone, but now I miss people I met and the places we passed through together. It's also bizarre not to talk about it- and, especially, not to be understood if I do.
I meant just to arrive here and say hello, but! look how I've gone on. It's great to see so many people here discussing! I'll be back...
Erin