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756 Kilometres to Santiago
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| Augustine the Aleut, our Mystery Pilgrim on northern Spain's Camino, introduces his on-the-road reports along the ancient pilgrimage road. |
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I AM STILL NOT CERTAIN why I walked 756kms to Santiago in September 2002. Before I left, I had reasons, articulate and convincing ones, but I have since forgotten them all.
Everyone on this ancient trail has their own reasons: in medieval times, walking to the tomb of the Apostle James was often prescribed as a penance. Of the 100 or so pilgrims I spoke with, I heard everything possible: thanksgiving for recovery from cancer, an exploration or pause for a new life following a divorce or a spouse's death, fulfillment of a vow, a respite from a period of stress. And I met those who had heard of it, quite by happenstance, and started walking. The excellent website of the UK-based Confraternity of St James will answer many practical questions.
Some bike the Camino and some drive (the disabled have little option, given the roughness of parts of the trail), but those who walk enter a time machine, to a world before cars, where the rising of the sun and its setting determine our hours. Perhaps the greatest change is entering a world with few choices – there will be two items on the menu (maybe) in the village's single café, one place to stay, and one church to attend. |
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IN THE
BAREBONES PILGRIMS' HOSTELS you
meet the most extraordinary and wonderful people – plus
a few you would like to strangle, especially those who snore.
Friendships made there will always stay with you, even when
you lose touch completely. As we walked, a small perambulating
village, we realized how lost we really are, and were driven
to look out for each other.
I first penned these lines in 2002. Having walked the Camino
several times since, I have only begun to understand how it
has affected me. I came away with a great respect and affection
for the feet which carried me so far, and an awareness that
we must travel as lightly as we can. It confirmed what I was,
but taught me lessons: time watching the sky is well spent;
staff meetings are blasphemous wastes of time; café con
leche in the morning is good; wine at dinner affirms the unity
of creation.
The rewards of the Camino, aside from splendid calves, come
bit by bit. I will always remember the gentle respect the Spanish,
farmers, professionals, cops, students, everybody, showed us.
They knew darn well we had no idea why we were doing this, but
they honoured our efforts.
On completion in Santiago, we bemusedly, quietly, attached small
scallop shells (the symbol of St James) or yellow arrows (the
directional sign of the Camino) to our jackets and packs, and
returned to our lives, such as they are. Not many recognize
these symbols, but when they do, it surprises. One winter day,
I entered a coffee house in Ottawa and this haiku records the
incident:
Elgin Street Starbucks,
Muslim barista spots pin.
"Con leche, hajji?" |
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