Where does the time go?
After leaving home and travelling for thirty-four hours via car, train, plane, plane and 2km walk, we have finally made it to Irun. Not quite Fantasy Island but a place with a bed to my name and the start of tomorrow’s Camino del Norte. The journey from Australia is always laboriously long but compounded by a fourteen hour flight crammed into cattle class in a seat with no ability to recline let alone mold to my body, made the trip more strenuous. The final flying leg into San Sebastian Airport, which ironically is closer to Irun than San Sab, Michael became impatient waiting for the bus, so we ended up walking into Irun. We even spotted our first yellow arrow. In the end of a very long day, we mercifully made it.
So now you may be asking why, oh why Michelle would you walk another Camino. I mean, I came, I walked, I saw the bones of St James last year on the highly popular Camino Frances. However the allure of walking another less travelled Camino was always strong in me. I also wanted to share this spiritual journey with Michael (in the hope that he will mellow out a bit maybe). So it was the Northern Way we set our sights on.
In fact there are many Ways to St James, crossing Spain, Portugal and the wider Europe, that are becoming more inquisitive to us wunderlusted vagabonds. A Camino can be a very spiritual pilgrimage to some but for me, it is an opportunity to remind myself about some of the best values a human being can have living and sharing with people from different cultures and origins. In this maniacal mayhem of everyday living, it is a chance to slow down the pace and find peace in its simplistic form surrounded by natures beauty and a travelling community of like minded souls.