Mina...Welcome to the Class of 2008!!!
I am going to use your message of beginning to write to all my Forum Friends about My Camino. I trust that's OK!
To All My Friends on the Forum,
It’s been a little over a week since I completed My Camino…No, since the Camino finished with me and it’s still working on me as if I were an unfinished project.
Over the months preceding my April 11th start in SJPDP I was a daily contributor to the Forum. I freely offered my impressions, tricks of the trade, spiritual/religious thoughts and beliefs and experience gained on long distance “walks” around the world. I believed the Camino would be but the latest opportunity to take a walk, see some sights, meet new people…complete the Camino and come home. Well, I did all the foregoing, but I’m not home yet. I’m still on the Camino, if not physically, mentally.
I’ve even begun to dream in Spanish and understanding all that’s being said.
I dream of the countryside, ever changing and always the same. I dream of arriving early at an albergue…so early I often had to wait to get my sello and bed assignment. I dream of the many fellow travelers and fantastic locals whom I met, spent time with, or ask for…and received assistance from. I dream of my near contempt for the ease I went up the steepest hills and my pride at the accomplishment. I dream of the fall on the rocky decent from the Perdon, where I had just made myself a member of the steel peregrinos, amid a downpour and biting wind. I dream of the food, the fantastic mixed salads, fresh asparagus and enormous anchovies. I dream of climbing up to the Cruz de Ferrous…it’s a dream because I never made it, instead passing by on the train out of Leon to Sarria. I dream and then I awake.
My first 120 km on the Camino were easy compared to my last 120 km. Although injured on the Perdon, I made it all the way to Estrella before I gave in and was forcibly driven to the Medico. His pronouncement was as expected…stop walking! I promised him I would give it some consideration as I walked to the next albergue. This was to be the drill all the way to Burgos. Walk…slowly, but walk. In Burgos, I returned to the Medico for a second opinion. As expected, it was the same with one twist…go home! I walked to the Cathedral and prayed for guidance and, it was clear…get rid of your hiking stick (the very one I used on my Appalachian Trail jaunt). But that wasn’t a Devine intercession aimed at fixing my knee, rather a clear message that I needed crutches, not to walk My Camino, but to be able to get to the train station, back to Madrid and home. So, assisted with forearm crutches I walked to the river and sacrificed my AT hiking stick to its rushing waters and set out again.
There’s a pattern to my last stage from Sarria to Santiago and, except for the changing landscape, albergues and fantastic folks I met, it changed little. I made 10-12 km a day, stopped early, started each morning about 0830 and stopped about 1230. I never stopped for breakfast, a cerveza or a vinotinto until I arrived at my next goal. I considered, on more than once occasion, taking a taxi just 10 km so I could rest my damaged knee. I wanted to stop the pain, but I didn’t want to stop walking. Three days out of Santiago, my worse fear appeared to become reality. My left leg went lame…temporarily. I must have cried out when it happened because a lady walking two hundred meters in front of me, turned around and came back to help. Within an hour I was moving again. Another trail angel to dream of and about. I stopped in each chapel and prayed to Santiago for the strength to finish. It didn’t matter how as long as it was under my own power and with His Grace.
On my last day, as I walked past the end of the airport runway and the directional light structures, I prayed…please, I’m so close…please don’t leave me. I arrived in a pouring rain at the Cathedral just in time for noon Mass. I was embarrassed that I was so dirty, wet and in shorts. I walked just far enough inside to stop in front of Santiago behind the barred case…and cried!
When I started My Camino it was more about Arn than I’d thought. And, now that I’ve finished the physical walking…it’s still about Arn. Santiago and the Camino continue to remake, re glaze and return me to the fire. It’s still about Arn and so much more. My family sees the change, my friends see the change and a lady dear to my heart has been moved to join with me at Vigil Mass last Saturday, make her first confession in over 15 years and take communion with me.
The Camino isn’t finished with me, nor am I finished with my story. I feel Blessed to have you all for friends and hope that you’ll forgive my previous bluster as the babblings of one that thought he knew everything, but now knows there’s so much more to understand.
Thank you ALL and Thank you Santiago!
Arn