Purky
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- Time of past OR future Camino
- Reality is frequently inaccurate
I met a man in a refugio on the Camino Frances this year who apparently was very knowledgeable about who was, and especially who wasn't, a 'true pilgrim'. He had started from SJPDP, which was by his standards the official and only real starting point of the Camino for a true pilgrim. Everybody who had started later did not qualify, obviously, and he was not only unshakable in his beliefs, he was also very vocal and condescending to others. He bugged the hell out of me.
He got himself all worked up to the point of thinly veiled abuse when I decided to defuse the situation. I put my credencials in front of him, with stamps all the way from my hometown in Holland up to the refugio where we were. That's a lot of stamps, so that finally shut him up. But the funny thing was that up to that point I hadn't given this issue much thought.
I mused about it the next day and decided fairly quickly that, indeed, "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a d---." (Thnx Doogman) Since I am an atheist I don't qualify to be a pilgrim anyway, because walking to something 'holy' in the strict religious definition isn't part of my reality. So in that sense I had to rethink the definition of a pilgrim and came up with this: a pilgrim is someone who is missing something, gets up and starts looking for it.
I like my definition a lot. It is rather vague, leaves a lot of room for everybody, suggests motion and it's really hard to get upset or offended by it. By this point I got bored with the subject and refocused on the landscape I was walking through. Much more entertaining. The kicker of this story came in Santiago though: it seems that my first name translates in Latin as Peregrino, which makes me the proud, albeit rather ironic, owner of a Compostela that clearly identifies me as a honest to God pilgrim. Go figure...
I'll leave you with the following question nonetheless: what exactly is the upside or value of being (called) a pilgrim anyway? I'm not being cute, I am genuinely curious about other people's feelings about this.
He got himself all worked up to the point of thinly veiled abuse when I decided to defuse the situation. I put my credencials in front of him, with stamps all the way from my hometown in Holland up to the refugio where we were. That's a lot of stamps, so that finally shut him up. But the funny thing was that up to that point I hadn't given this issue much thought.
I mused about it the next day and decided fairly quickly that, indeed, "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a d---." (Thnx Doogman) Since I am an atheist I don't qualify to be a pilgrim anyway, because walking to something 'holy' in the strict religious definition isn't part of my reality. So in that sense I had to rethink the definition of a pilgrim and came up with this: a pilgrim is someone who is missing something, gets up and starts looking for it.
I like my definition a lot. It is rather vague, leaves a lot of room for everybody, suggests motion and it's really hard to get upset or offended by it. By this point I got bored with the subject and refocused on the landscape I was walking through. Much more entertaining. The kicker of this story came in Santiago though: it seems that my first name translates in Latin as Peregrino, which makes me the proud, albeit rather ironic, owner of a Compostela that clearly identifies me as a honest to God pilgrim. Go figure...
I'll leave you with the following question nonetheless: what exactly is the upside or value of being (called) a pilgrim anyway? I'm not being cute, I am genuinely curious about other people's feelings about this.
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