Like the many bridges on the Francés, the Camino de Santiago was a connection for me in more ways than I ever thought possible. As I wrote Camino Sunrise, more “bridges” appeared, enhancing my appreciation of the trekking experience.
So, I ask, what connection do you most treasure from your Camino?
Sue painted this Camino map for my book, Camino Sunrise, highlighting some of the eventful places from our walk across Spain. What places would you add?
How many places of worship grace the Camino de Santiago? I wonder if anyone has counted them. My wife Sue painted this one for my book.
A detour had taken Sue, Gert and me to Castrillo Polvazares, a traditional Maragato village off the Camino de Santiago. It was raining with darkness closing in.
From Camino Sunrise: Walking With My Shadows:
“I was about to suggest that we walk to the next town when an old, small pickup stopped next to us. A man with short, gray hair rolled down his window, stuck out his head and shouted questions in Spanish so fast that I had no clue what he said. Gert talked to the driver, also in Spanish, then turned to us with the bad news.
”He said both albergues here are not open for the season yet.” We eyed each other quizzically, even panicked-looking. A wet journey in near-darkness loomed. We could not be certain there would be empty beds in the next village. Suddenly…”
When I put on my backpack in Pamplona on my first day walking the Camino de Santiago, I worried that it was too heavy for me to carry across Spain. I worried about undressing in front of strangers in coed dorms and bathrooms. I worried about trying to keep up with much younger trekkers. It turned out I had no idea I was carrying things far heavier.
Sue and Geoff of New Zealand provided humor and great stories during our trek to Santiago and are among real-life characters in Camino Sunrise: Walking With My Shadows. The ebook is discounted 40 percent on amazon.com for a week.
An iconic Camino stop
I couldn’t fool these curious Spanish kids at this iconic rest stop on the Camino de Santiago. I turned on the spigot and red liquid filled my bottle. “Red water!” I told them. “It’s wine!” said the boy. My wife Sue captured the memory in ink and watercolor.