I’ve read over my day 15 post about five times now and I just don’t have the heart to post it. Coming back to the Camino after two days off was a bit of a struggle, but it also made me look at the experience in a different way.
I realised that labelling and counting days didn’t quite feel right anymore, as each day has started to flow continuously into the next, and perhaps that’s how it’s meant to be. Losing track of days and time seems like a necessity on this trail. It’s not about beating the snow in Washington, averaging 25 miles a day or racing to the end because my visa is going to run out. It’s a journey along one of many paths in Spain that all lead to one destination. And even then there is more, Cape Finesterre or Muxia which are beyond Santiago. I’ve lost the trail accidentally many times, and sometimes purposefully taken a different route over these last few days, which has helped me appreciate the freedom and flexibility of finding my own way on this journey.
I also think forcing myself into the routine if writing everyday was putting unnecessary pressure on myself. So I’ve taken a few days to reflect and am starting the second half of my journey with fresh feet and an open mind, and through this I hope to be able to share a more meaningful Camino experience, even if it is simply through a photo or video from time to time.