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Every day on the Camino
with tall trees and comfortable grass at the night sky. I remember London
expecting to find an empty space and to and the fast paced city filled with people
De Santiago is like a
my absolute amazement I find a small climbing desperately on top of one
group of pilgrims sitting next to the old another to reach the highest star. Tears
week, a month, even a Roman pool in the garden. Every one of well up in my eyes, my heart explodes
year. So many meetings,
them are friends I have made along the outwards into the world like a river
way and who I haven’t seen for almost a breaking through a dam, the dam too
deep synchronicities
week! “Laura, Angelo, Carlos!” I shout weak to hold back the truth any longer.
excitedly! ‘Buen Camino’!!! Looking The thought reverberates apocalyptically
and events seem to deeply into each others eyes we all throughout my being. ‘Who are we with
occur in one day that
embrace each other with a genuine out each other?’
warmth. The morning after, I set off with
my perception of time is
The alberge is being looked after Laura and we agree to meet in the first
by an alcoholic German guy named village which is 6km down into the next
fundamentally changed.
Udo who seems to be intent on getting valley. In the local bar we encounter an
us all as drunk as he is! We drink the old barman in his 70’s who can drink
sacrament and talk all night, sharing food a jug of red wine by pouring it on his
and talking about our various journey forehead, without spilling a drop! I am
experiences. ‘This is true community’, completely amazed by this feat of shear
I think to myself. Questions rise up weirdness! The wine gushes almost
in my wine soaked mind. ‘Why isn’t equally down the sides of his nose, over
society built around these principles his held in top lip and into his protruding
of love and community?’ ‘We are all bottom lip! After several more displays
so different from each other, yet we of this strange activity we decide to
are all walking the same way, towards walk on together for the rest of the day.
Santiago, towards death. Surely helping Then, after a good night’s sleep and a
each other along the way in life is the little ‘Buen Camino’, I set off on my own
best way forward? Surely competing again.
with each other just separates us?’ I Some days I walk without stopping,
turn away from the group and look up the pain in my feet physically reminds
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