Epilogue
23.06.2011 - 23.06.2011
The microcosm of my beautiful, loving and protective Camino world is finally gone, and I am surrounded by the first time in four weeks by people who feel like strangers. I watch the world fly by the window of the train and can't believe how fast the train is going. 75Km per hour, the screen reads. This is bizarre. 135Km per hour. That's five days of Camino in an hour. I sleep on the uncomfortable train seats and still feel really sick. I ache all over and feel as though I'm made of tissue paper or really thin membrane.
In just a few hours I'm in Barcelona, the train has covered the entire 800km of the Camino and more in so little time. And I think about the whole thing, the whole big long walk, and it's all just little steps. Each one only 40 cm – 60 cm, about as long as the paper the compostela is printed on. So, really, I can do anything, if I just break it down into little steps. I can learn a language, write a book, cycle through Italy. It's just about working out the right direction, following the arrows, listening an looking, having a goal and enjoying the journey.
Posted by CharliePepper 26.09.2011 10:11 Archived in Spain Tagged friendsspainfunsantiagohikedecaminopamplonaroncesvallesalberguesrefugiossaint-jeanpied-de-port
