I wasn’t even out of the airport before I met two other Camigas, as we milled about waiting for o
ur bus to Burgos. A young woman from Oregon, on the Camino for the first time, myself, heading back to restart where I’d stopped a few years ago, and a Swiss lady, veteran of several Camino routes off to spend a week on the Francés before heading north to walk the Norte. Our common bond, we all spoke English, were all travelling alone, were all looking for the same bus.
In October, 2015, Al and I set off from the little village of St. Jean Pied de Port in France to start a 500-mile trek across Spain, to the pilgrimage site of Santiago de Compostela. We walked for 2 weeks and arrived 180 miles later at the great cathedral town of Burgos, Spain.
Now, two-and-a-half years later, my feet have recovered enough to continue the journey. I’ll leave again Sunday to pick up where I left off, on my own this time, older, but probably no wiser, but at least armed with custom orthodics and no fixed timetable.
We’ll see how it goes.