Both are mysterious to me, at least. Like many people here, I've walked some interesting paths of the world, and like many here, I've walked a number of caminos, I return, and continue to do so.
Yet - I can't quite put my finger on what it is that makes the caminos special. I hope I've passed through valid yet clichéd answers. 20 odd years ago in an interview about walking from Le Puy -SDC, I glibly said that I was "taking part in 1000 years of history", an inadequate assertion I don't retract, even if I am 'shown the instruments'. Yet on a recent pilgrimage in India I took part in 3000 years of history and it spoke nothing to me. Thus, it's not that.
For many it is to do with Catholicism, rightly enough, despite the murky history, for that church has done very well in supporting this camino. So too have the people of Spain, those producers of all wealth and culture, now eaten alive by financiers.
For some it is New Age thinking, with ley lines, energies, Coelho, McLaine etc.
(On the meseta, no-one can hear you scream.)
For yet others, it is a good long hike, like others in the world.
For a few it is a sporting, competitive event, replete with a keen commercial interest in equipment and brand names. In comparison, the unbeliever is but a pale shadow.
(Nessun dorma.)
Perhaps the answer lies in poetry, this one from Han Shan's "Cold Mountain", trans. Gary Snyder. It has something to say, I find. (I substitute Meseta for Cold Mountain.)
In my first thirty years of life
I roamed hundreds and thousands of miles
Walked by rivers through deep grass
Entered cities of boiling dust
Tried drugs, couldn't make Immortal.
Read books, wrote poems on history.
Today I'm back on Cold Mountain:
I'll sleep by the creek and purify my ears.
I don't really have an answer; perhaps others do........
Yet - I can't quite put my finger on what it is that makes the caminos special. I hope I've passed through valid yet clichéd answers. 20 odd years ago in an interview about walking from Le Puy -SDC, I glibly said that I was "taking part in 1000 years of history", an inadequate assertion I don't retract, even if I am 'shown the instruments'. Yet on a recent pilgrimage in India I took part in 3000 years of history and it spoke nothing to me. Thus, it's not that.
For many it is to do with Catholicism, rightly enough, despite the murky history, for that church has done very well in supporting this camino. So too have the people of Spain, those producers of all wealth and culture, now eaten alive by financiers.
For some it is New Age thinking, with ley lines, energies, Coelho, McLaine etc.
(On the meseta, no-one can hear you scream.)
For yet others, it is a good long hike, like others in the world.
For a few it is a sporting, competitive event, replete with a keen commercial interest in equipment and brand names. In comparison, the unbeliever is but a pale shadow.
(Nessun dorma.)
Perhaps the answer lies in poetry, this one from Han Shan's "Cold Mountain", trans. Gary Snyder. It has something to say, I find. (I substitute Meseta for Cold Mountain.)
In my first thirty years of life
I roamed hundreds and thousands of miles
Walked by rivers through deep grass
Entered cities of boiling dust
Tried drugs, couldn't make Immortal.
Read books, wrote poems on history.
Today I'm back on Cold Mountain:
I'll sleep by the creek and purify my ears.
I don't really have an answer; perhaps others do........