Kia ora. Me again.
I know about the
Camino frances almost all of my life. Where from? Well. Howie's standard answer: buggered if I know... I just
know. Didn't know there are other caminos. Lots, actually. I. Had. No. Idea.
I have been in the area several times for holidays. Never in Santiago de Compostela, though, that was, sort of, "tapu" (Maori expression for "forbidden").
Then I read Shirley MacLane's book. Didn't like it. Liked here more being Irma la Douce. Now, that movie was fun.
Then I read Paulo Coelho's book about the Camino. Didn't like it either. Guy is nuts. Just look at his website.
Then a very good friend, a stout Christian, walked the
Camino frances. He was waiting for "inspirations". Didn't get any. Was absolutely disappointed. Interesting detail: he didn't ask me to walk with him. Never, ever.
Then I read HaPe Kerkeling's (a german entertainer) book - No. 1 in the german bestseller list. Infantile. Sorry HaPe.
But that (i. e. reading this book & that book) doesn't actually mean a lot. I read four books a week on average.
But I always had this dream: walking. Walking. And walking. Walking happily. Endlessly. And in May 2008 I'm walking the Camino.
What for? Why?
Bugge.. Yeah, baby...