Pieces
Veteran Member
In 2011 I walked my first Camino, something I wanted to do since the midnineties, but kinda forgot about for a while. Due to an injury I ended up walking from Porto to Santiago instead of walking the Primitivo as planned, and then having time to spare went to Burgos and walked to Astorga before bussing back to Santiago and flying out.
Both these bits were brilliant, so in 2012 I want back and started in St Jean and walked to Leon before I ran out of time. This Camino, not so great, mostly due to me wanting something from the experience that just was not there.
So, this year I didn't go, partly because my injury was still giving me grief, as it has been since 2011, but mostly because I figured I was done.
But I am not am I? Every day I am reading the forum and every day I am thinking of the Camino, and of going back. Not just to A Camino, but to the French in particular. For some reason I have no serious desire to go on any other route. Funny thing is though, last year I couldn't get away from there fast enough.
So, having had a bad spring, well a bad summer or rather a bad year I figured that I would paint my kitchen, woodwork and all, thinking that it would give me a similar meditative state as on the Camino, the doing something with out really doing it creating room for whichever thoughts needed room. Then I went on to my living room and the whole ordeal just became stressfull (and expensive (even if it will look nice once done)) and the year hasn't really gotten any better.
But I am still here aren't I?
In a few days I leave for a short break in Milan, and more than once I have considered changing the ticket but as I only have 5 days it doesn't really make sense.
Next year, the plan was to backpack the Balkans starting in Albania and working my way north, but increasingly I think that I am cursed and will forever have to return to the Camino, again and again and again, never going to all the other places I dream of.
That I am trapped with no way to escape...
Both these bits were brilliant, so in 2012 I want back and started in St Jean and walked to Leon before I ran out of time. This Camino, not so great, mostly due to me wanting something from the experience that just was not there.
So, this year I didn't go, partly because my injury was still giving me grief, as it has been since 2011, but mostly because I figured I was done.
But I am not am I? Every day I am reading the forum and every day I am thinking of the Camino, and of going back. Not just to A Camino, but to the French in particular. For some reason I have no serious desire to go on any other route. Funny thing is though, last year I couldn't get away from there fast enough.
So, having had a bad spring, well a bad summer or rather a bad year I figured that I would paint my kitchen, woodwork and all, thinking that it would give me a similar meditative state as on the Camino, the doing something with out really doing it creating room for whichever thoughts needed room. Then I went on to my living room and the whole ordeal just became stressfull (and expensive (even if it will look nice once done)) and the year hasn't really gotten any better.
But I am still here aren't I?
In a few days I leave for a short break in Milan, and more than once I have considered changing the ticket but as I only have 5 days it doesn't really make sense.
Next year, the plan was to backpack the Balkans starting in Albania and working my way north, but increasingly I think that I am cursed and will forever have to return to the Camino, again and again and again, never going to all the other places I dream of.
That I am trapped with no way to escape...