Jour après jour, le chemin nous appelle,
C’est la voix de Compostelle.
—From the French pilgrimage song Ultreïa
My rough translation:
Day after day, the road calls us,
It’s the voice of [Santiago de] Compostela.
Two years ago today, I was walking across France, with a week or so to go before I reached the Spanish border. I was less than halfway through my more than 1,500-kilometre journey from Le Puy-en-Velay, France to Santiago de Compostela.
At the time I thought it was a once-in-a-lifetime trip. After all, it’s hard to find the time (and money) to spend two and a half months walking.
Now I want to go back. Maybe not on the same routes, although I wouldn’t mind doing either the Chemin du Puy or the Camino Francés again. I miss walking for hours every day, passing through tiny villages and big cities, my walking stick beating out the rhythm of my travels. I miss meeting new friends, and running into old ones unexpectedly. Sometimes, I almost miss the dorm rooms full of snoring.
I’m hoping to get back to Spain, and maybe France, next year. In the meantime, I’ll go through my photos again—I’d love to make them into cards—and do some writing about the Camino.
I’ll also work on this blog. With two new posts weekly, it will cover my own experiences and thoughts of the Camino, and what I can learn of other pilgrim routes—particularly in Europe, but also in other parts of the world.