Ciao, Bella, Ciao!
July 17, 2013 § 2 Comments
After six weeks of being on the road… sono tornata in Italia!
And, for the first time, I am not in love with the warm waters and the rugged cliffs and the little parks in the middle of slightly-bigger villages. I am sure that my reluctance to return to Italy will pass soon (and, of all places to return to, Italy seems like the best choice, so I’m definitely not complaining), but, to be honest, it’s difficult to come back to civilization after walking to the End of the World.
My cammino di Santiago started out as a way to satisfy an itching to move physically through nature, but it turned into a beautiful adventure that brought me closer to people and myself than I thought possible. And while there are many aspects of the cammino that I am not a fan of, and I complained about these things (commercialism, religious traps, the route, the heat) until the last day, once I climbed the last cliff and stood on top of the ocean, everything seemed right. The things that I have seen and shared will stay in my heart always, and I hope that each one of you has the chance to seize a similar opportunity.
It would be impossible to write about everything that happened on the cammino. I wrote a novel-length letter at the end of every day, and yet I still feel that I left out the majority of each day. It’s tough to find the words to describe the miracles and emotions that surround each little event- even more so to someone that is not standing next to you and walking the same steps.
If we ever meet up for tea/un caffe’/wine, I would love to share my journey in more detail. Until that day, I will leave you with a few photos (and a link at the bottom to the rest of the album):
If you wanna see more, check out the rest on my very professional (hah) Facebook album: click here!
And for now, I will try to bring my thoughts back to the present, and try to get my feet to stop itching to walk 40 KM at 5 o’clock in the morning. The past couple of days back in Italia have been filled with apperitivi and beach time and jazz concerts on top of vineyard hills and forcing my dear Mr. Italian to throw half of the things out of his house- it’s been good. I just need to adjust to this new type of pace.
Until then, buon cammino to you all.