Emia
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Since my first Camino (2001 from Pamplona to SdC) I was lucky enough to walk some more: 2008 from Burgos to SdC, 2009 from Hendaye to Santander, 2011 from Santander to SdC, 2012 and 2013 from Porto to SdC and Finisterra/Muxia, and somewhere in between another 2 odd weeks on the Del Norte.
This year I planned another Camino Portugues with a friend of mine. At the airport -more or less ready for take off- I found out that my ID wasn't valid anymore. Byebye Camino, there was nothing I could do since Ryanair doesn't accept a laissez-passer (emergency document). So I my soul waved my friend goodbye and I went home to lick my wounds. Being a foreigner living in Germany, it's just impossible to get a new ID within 10 days, let alone in 1 day.
Fortunately my friend had a great time, which of course left me with a laughing and a crying eye.
A few days later - still licking my wounds - I received a phone call: my 84 year old mother was in a very bad shape. Code orange, which means: the end is slowly but definately nearing. I travelled to her and spend the rest of my holidays (2 weeks) with her. Realising my friend was really enjoying her time time on the Camino made me very sad and jealous and even angry. But.... knowing it may probably have been the last time I spent so many days with my mom made it all worthwhile. Occasionally I'm still crying over my "lost" Camino, but in the end I'm very happy that it turned out this way. Only God knows how long it will take until my mom can let go and move into another dimension.
On my Caminos my mom has always travelled with me in spirit. We talked about her funeral - since she was a pilgrim in mind, the scallop will join her on her last journey. As well as the tile I brought her in 2008 from SdC: aqui vive un peregrino.
I used to take the Camino (= any Camino and at any time) for granted. But now I realize how lucky I have been. This time I was stupid enough for not checking my ID on time, but in the end it was a gift from God.
Thanks for sharing this with me.
This year I planned another Camino Portugues with a friend of mine. At the airport -more or less ready for take off- I found out that my ID wasn't valid anymore. Byebye Camino, there was nothing I could do since Ryanair doesn't accept a laissez-passer (emergency document). So I my soul waved my friend goodbye and I went home to lick my wounds. Being a foreigner living in Germany, it's just impossible to get a new ID within 10 days, let alone in 1 day.
Fortunately my friend had a great time, which of course left me with a laughing and a crying eye.
A few days later - still licking my wounds - I received a phone call: my 84 year old mother was in a very bad shape. Code orange, which means: the end is slowly but definately nearing. I travelled to her and spend the rest of my holidays (2 weeks) with her. Realising my friend was really enjoying her time time on the Camino made me very sad and jealous and even angry. But.... knowing it may probably have been the last time I spent so many days with my mom made it all worthwhile. Occasionally I'm still crying over my "lost" Camino, but in the end I'm very happy that it turned out this way. Only God knows how long it will take until my mom can let go and move into another dimension.
On my Caminos my mom has always travelled with me in spirit. We talked about her funeral - since she was a pilgrim in mind, the scallop will join her on her last journey. As well as the tile I brought her in 2008 from SdC: aqui vive un peregrino.
I used to take the Camino (= any Camino and at any time) for granted. But now I realize how lucky I have been. This time I was stupid enough for not checking my ID on time, but in the end it was a gift from God.
Thanks for sharing this with me.