When I started alone on the Camino for the first time in 2012, a group of seven pilgrims, from seven countries, with six different mother tongues, gradually formed from the beginning.
The last one to join us was Valerie from Belgium. We actually walked all seven of them together for only one day, because the different walking rhythms really didn't fit together. But for Valerie and me the rhythm fit. And so we ran together from Torres del Rio to the end of the world. In the first days with others from our Camino family, then only two of us. We only parted on our very last day, she went to Finisterre, I went to Muxia.
Even though some of our group, and our families back home, were sure that a love story would develop, it did not, but it was wonderful in a completely different way.
When I visited Valerie in Belgium in November, I gave her a small photo book as a present and on the first page I tried to express my gratitude for this great time on the Camino. I don't think it's too private to mention it here.
Dear Valerie,
its almost five months ago, when I prepared my backpack for the way of St. James.
I was a little bit anxious - not about being alone on the Camino, but maybe being lonely sometimes.
Nothing like this happened. But why?
God endowed me so much grace during the whole way and he gave me many little presents and a few great ones also.
His greatest gift were the pilgrims I met on the way, especially you Valerie.
Thank you for walking and talking, singing and praying, laughing and crying, I enjoyed every moment.
Valerie, it was „wunderbar“ beeing on the Camino with you!
Michael
These words best reflect what my greatest souvenir was - the friendship with a group of people from half of Europe, especially Valerie. And this friendship continues. We meet almost every year. In the meantime we have been to the wedding of Valerie in Belgium, Betti in Romania and Luca in Italy. We made a bicycle tour around Lake Balaton in Hungary, went hiking in the Carpathians and the Alps and much more. Now our group has grown by a few babies.
Shortly before the return flight I bought a simple silver ring for myself in Santiago, which I have worn as a remembering of my Camino constantly on my left hand since that day. Most of the Germans wear a wedding ring on their right hand, an engagement ring is worn on the left.
When I went to my parents on the day of my arrival to "re-enlist" and my sister and family were there, everyone was totally surprised that I now wear a ring. They were convinced that Valerie and I got engaged in Santiago
Valerie coincidentally bought exatly the same ring on her last day in Santiago and experienced the same reaction at home.
The faces of the parents, family and friends - fantastic
. We laughed a lot when we realized that we both bought the same souvenir.