A TYPICAL DAY
We got up usually around 5, grabbed our sleeping bags and the bumbag, got dressed in the hallway and hit the road. This rythm suited us and gave us several hours walking all alone and like medieval pilgrims, we had the most wonderful view of the milky way to navigate by, to the music of the crickets. As the Sun got up behind us, more and more people joined the path, and another music emerged. A mix of shoes hitting the dirt road, walking sticks, some people laughing, some talking, others just breathing. A mix of “Hola, buenas dias, buen camino” as an everrepeating pointless, yet wonderfull “conversation” that deluded you to feel a part of a whole.
PART OF A WHOLE
Looking at your fellow companions makes you wonder how people like you and them, being so obviously different in seemingly every aspect and choice in life, still end up drawing one common conclusion (doing the camino). The realisation of this basic common decision wasn’t hard to transform into the fact that however different manners of living life, everyone you see, everyday, has at least for now, made the same conclusion (to continue living).
I never Got to qoute Frank Black “Are You headed my way? (to the golden land)” - which would have made an absolutely arbitrary joke.
Our Vibrams turned out to be another good, if not fantastic decision, as them weighing nothing, not causing a single blister and bringing forth smiles on the faces of our fellow companions, nomatter how sore their feets were, made the whole trip seem like the true pleasure it should.
PEOPLE ARE STRANGE...
Having the chance to meet people, a whole lot stranger or maybe just different from ourselfes made a continous test of our ever limited capacity to accept their quirks. The demands for your curiosity when it comes to accept an odd way of eating, walking, living, believing etc are not to be undereestimated. This made a continous ego threatening pleasure.
WHEN YOU'RE A STRANGER
Here I’m both thinking of the people taking nitroglycerin for their angina while going uphill, finally making it to the restaurant, ordering chips, beer, taking their astma medication and antihypertensivae along with lightning another cigarette. Those people we hardly never confront at home, expressing our concern for their welfare and somehow they dont challenge our capability of accepting their different choices.
WITH TYPICAL PEOPLE
That is, more generally, the problem when people exagerate certain behavior for uncertain heatlh/love/peace benefits rather than for taste buds. You meet so many people where the obvious similarity (humans, camino etc) becomes a deep connecting link, that makes You focus on how the differences in some way or another, represents some distinct part of your own personality that for some sociocultural reason did not blossom as it appears to have done in your adverse projection.
We met wonderful people challenging and visualizing how challenging we must be ourselfes, for our surroundings at home. Having decided to not just walk the camino but doing so Raw, with an absolute minimum of luggage 4-5 kg and walking almost barefooted, I was worried we would be considered weird, which we did, BUT we met even weirder people constantly reminding of what acceptance and tolerance our general behavior demands.
Here I would like to mention two Germans, father and son, having tried living on clay, stones, only sunfood, sand and 801010. The fun part being they did it for weeks to months, for instance 3 weeks of only sand?! For me the even strangest thing was that all the litterature to which I swear they knew nothing about, Gerson therapy? 801010? Douglas Graham? Nope, none of it made any bells ring. Which makes it even more amazing.
DO US PART
Another girl was stading in the sideway, giving away fruits, sodas, cakes all ecological, mostly sugared and just for the pay of Love. So why are you here? “Its easy really, just love, just want to give love to the people passing by on their camino, I was on the camino myself, I stopped here 9 months ago, I sleep here and just share my love...” ehehm.... I know I want to live that way, want to believe that: thats what its all about, maybe not sharing a eco junk food (perhaps just love?), but can’t do it, and I had some fun after we passed her (making cash donations in the voluntary donation box) not judging her and dissecting all the counterintuitive, sectarian sound a like bullshit she blabbered on about. Obviously I didn’t succeed completely, which made me succeed in another way. Her view on life, her hypocrisy and the fact that I (the openminded, ever curious, and fantastic person I am) labeled and judged her, how can I wonder why I’m exposed to the same.