I first became aware of the pilgrimage route in college as I was studying European history. Then, like a bend in the road, it disappeared from my view -- for a while...
Then, after college in '90, I was in Pamplona for the festival and I encountered my first bona fide pilgrims and learned that , indeed, people still take the Camino ... the encounter with the pilgrims Id call a profoundly 'spiritual' experience, tho at that time my behaviors and focus was anything but in the right frame of mind for a spiritual quest. I spent quite some time in Spain that summer, and fell deeply in love with the landscape and people --- and I have always vowed to return... what for, I did not really know besides the beauty of the place.
Then the road took another turn, then two... then before you know it two decades have passed; job, child, wonderful wife...
Late last summer I heard a radio program about "The Way". The images came rushing back to me. I read two books about the Camino and started doing some research. The Camino began to dig at my heart...maybe when I retire, I told myself. My wife became interested in it FOR me, though she had no desire to take the path herself.... heh, she's used to my little spirit quests and indulges me every couple of years when I have the compelling need to put on a pack and tromp off to the mountains for a week or two of solitude.
Early last fall she mentioned that the movie was out. Lo and behold, it was playing in our town. We went. She was floored. 'Is it really that beautiful?" --why yes, but I think (im guessing) that its a wee bit more rigorous than what was displayed... I dont remember any nasty blisters, or rain, or ... well.... what really happens when you are on the road for the better part of two months.
She looked at me and said =-= you must go , and you cannot wait so long. She insisted that I take the road. Cant do it immediately, have to train and save the funds, and it'd be a good idea for our daughter to be a little older. So originally I set a date for two years down the road. Then , fairly recently, I though maybe id put it back two more years so I could take time off in the spring to go...
Once again, she who is wise has intervened. Thats too long, says she... I MUST go before Im fifty. So we are back to the original date of Summer 2014 -- heat, crowds, and all. Ive been training for over six months now; have a few old nagging injuries I need to have looked at... the next couple of birthdays, fathers' days, and Christmases there will be new gear to obtain. But the past six months have passed so quickly that two years will come and go and it will be time.
And, God willing, I will begin my journey.
But in a very real sense , it began long, long ago when I was a different person.
It continues every night on my walk. And I have added a prayer for all of the pilgrims who are 'on the road' while I circuit my hometown... a prayer for safety, comfort, and companionship.
I have a shell from my side of the Atlantic, and I will deposit it on the Eastern shore.
And, best of all -- I will be joined by my wife and child at Journey's end....perhaps with a few friends as well.
Somehow, I feel as if my first Camino will not be my last...