I am rather impressed with this gentleman from Japan. I met him at a hostel today.
I was wondering what was up with him as he shuffled about in the kitchen – you know the typical Japanese style of walking 😁😇 …
This morning, I left Spain with a bittersweet feeling and entered France. I was greeted by a most uneventful sign announcing French traffic rules and also by a most cheerful woman showering me with French garbel.
I am a bit sad to leave Spain. It’s been such an easeful and lovely experience here. I will carry fond memories with me.
When I was in Bilbao a few days ago I got the good inspiration to visit the Guggenheim museum, which is a world renowned museum of modern art. I also visited the museum of basque art in San Sebastián.
I am not a big museum goer and certainly didn’t think I’d enjoy modern art. Mostly, I have found museums boring in the past …
Santiago de Compostela in northwestern Spain is one of the three major pilgrimage destinations for Christians.
In 2018, more than 325,000 pilgrims received their Compostela (pilgrim certificate) in Santiago. This number is almost double of what it was in 2004, numbers rising.
The Camino de Santiago was also a major pilgrimage path for Christians in the Middle Ages …
I got the calling to walk the Camino de Santiago in Spain three years ago. Somewhere around the summer of 2016. It wasn’t just an idea that popped into my head, it was a clear order from the universe that I needed to go.
Such insights are normal for me, really. I get them periodically and usually am happy about receiving them as they provide me with a clear direction to take my life in.
It is an early evening. Well, at least for Spanish people. It is 10 PM and I’m sitting with a Camino friend at a local bar, drinking beer. Having nothing else more important to talk about, I suggest we engage in people watching. Nothing more entertaining than a bit of gossip 😄😁.
The plaza is packed with people enjoying a warm evening, eating tapas (the Spanish equivalent of snack), and drinking wine or beer. Children are playing, adults chatting. Spain is an alive place at night.
I have been walking for almost two months now and have encountered many hostels, commonly known as albergues in Spain, along the way. Some new, some old. Some big, some small. Some with gigantic sleeping halls and some with semi private rooms. Most of them are run by friendly and happy hospitaleros.
In the north western province of Spain, Galicia, the government has built a row of suburb style albergues for pilgrims …
For the past week and a half, I had been hanging out at the end of the world, in a town named Finesterre in northwestern Spain, at km marker zero.
In all clarity, I was hanging out at the end of a long exhale of my life. I had arrived at the end of a letting go period in 2019, and the end of adjusting from my twenty years in the United States.
I started my return journey back towards France yesterday. In front of me are another 800 kilometers via the Camino primitivo and the Camino el Norte, two of the major pilgrimage paths in Spain.
Most people who make the trek to Santiago de Compostela return to their home countries by other means: plane, train or bus. No one is insane enough to walk back. So far I have not seen a…..