My first day on Camino out of SJPDP...I was passed by a man in black riding in a taxi. I had booked ahead to Orrison and when I puffed into view of the albergue...there was the man in black, beer in hand admiring the view. The next morning, now among a new group of friends I trod up to Roncesvalles...only to be passed up..two hours after our departure...by the man in black..again riding in a taxi. At the cafe, beer in hand...he acknowledged our arrival and indicated we should get a bed, because they were filling up fast. I can't remember ever seeing him walking...well, maybe once in Estrella...I'd just exited the Amblatoria and he was walking into the tourist office...taxi waiting for him...motor running. I wasn't happy. I didn't know his circumstance...but I was feeling somehow cheated. Here I was, lucky to make 10 km in a day by noon and he was sleeping in until late (or as late as possible) and arriving by taxi early enough to stop in a bar...have a few cervezas and then check into the albergue.
I don't know if he ever finished his Camino.
After Burgos, I took the train, walked some, took a bus, walked some..walked into Leon...took the train to Sarria and then walked the remainder on My Camino into Santiago.
Along the way I passed folks walking a few km into or out of a town. Carrying no more that a day pack and a few bottles of water. Often, I would see them hunkered down under an awning...keeping out of the rain...or the sun...protecting their beverage of choice from getting too diluted or too warm...but happy just the same.
And, you know...initially, I was more perplexed than angry. I couldn't understand how they could consider this a pilgrimage at all. After a period of reflection, I came to this realization...some of them were obviously husband and wife, some just friends...some were older...and in fairly good fiddle...while one among their number was obviously ill, or at least under the weather. And, although I never stopped and spoke with them, individually or as a group...I began to assess their situation and assign a purely subjective reason for their circumstance for being on the Camino.
I thought of the couple...just off the caravan and gathering their things in readiness of setting out. The woman was obviously fit and full of energy, while her male friend...possibly her husband, was not well coordinated and maybe a bit disoriented. I watched the lovingly way she checked the strap on the single water bottle he would carry and then shouldering a pack carrying needed gear, extra water and some food. Maybe this wasn't the first time they had done anything like this before...but, maybe it would be the last time they did it together.
The boisterous group of five men...all different in size, shape and lift ability...but all joking, laughing and just being guys...together. Maybe they had grown up, worked many years together or served in the forces and this was the culmination of their shared experiences before age and disease unraveled the tapestry of their friendship.
I guess, for what ever reason we decided when, how, or why we walked the Way...it's for the Camino to decide what we take home with us. For some the experience will cement a long standing relationship, for others it's a Way that provides one last positive memory...for others...they still don't know.
As to the man in black...I never saw or heard of him again...but I am sure of one thing...the Camino isn't done with him yet either.
Buen Camino...everyone!
Arn