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Camino de Santiago

My Camino…


    For me, life itself is a journey. We walk—or if you prefer, we live—and along the way, we meet people. Some simply pass by, greet us, and continue on their own path. Some come and go, only to return again. And only a few remain, walking beside us on this shared road.


      As I walked along one part of my path, I met someone who told me about the Camino de Santiago. And nothing beyond that—nothing more—matters when it comes to this person. Because to dwell on them, on who they were, or why, would mean stepping away from my own path.

    And so, the Camino de Santiago stepped onto my road. Into my life.



     Thoughts, research, attempts at planning the journey… they followed both me and him. Until one day, I let it all go and simply continued to walk, to live—without the burden of whether I would ever go to him or not.

    And then he came. One night. Into my dream. 


     I dreamed of a beautiful city by the sea, through which I walked. I dreamed of narrow streets and a guesthouse in some open homes where I could stay only briefly. I dreamed of a rainy morning and my joy as I splashed through puddles, walking behind a man who showed me the way. And the explosion of that joy when I arrived at a large square, at the center of which stood a burgundy cathedral. Happiness, happiness, delight.

  I woke up in the morning still basking in the joy of that dream, wishing I could return to it.






   Like every morning I have followed for years, with my first cup of coffee, I opened my little notebook, recorded my dream, and described my impressions and feelings. Then I opened Facebook—oh, my sinful soul, just to peek at what’s happening behind someone else’s fence… And!!!! 


   Oh, my God!!! The very first post that appeared was an invitation from a hiking guide, calling for the next adventure—the Camino de Santiago, the Portuguese route.

    Everything that happened afterward, everything that led up to the journey, and the journey itself, I would love to describe. Because the Camino deserves it. He is not just a passage through beautiful landscapes, or a guide on what to pack in your backpack, or a training of the body’s endurance… The Camino is an inner path of our soul that clearly overlaps with the one we walk on the earth. He is a portal through which we can peer into ourselves while holding on to our body. He is a breath of air blended from two worlds.

    I hope I have sparked at least a little curiosity with this story. In the style of Scheherazade, I will continue it the next day. Next step link On Roles and Companions

Buen Camino.


Camino de Santiago
Porto, starting point, 280 km to Santiago










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