Camino - Reflections

English soil is finally under our feet. A few more hours and a real double bed awaits, with cotton sheets and a douvet, as opposed to a bunk bed with a plastic covered mattress and a sleeping bag.

The possibility of a 'Full English' beckons, as to be quite frank an expresso and a dry biscuit every morning for a month just doesn't cut the mustard.

I neglected to mention the chap from Israel who noted at one Albergue that an American girl had left several items from her pack behind. With pilgrim generosity in heart, he loaded his not already inconsiderable laden rucksack with the additional items, and set off in pursuit.
Two days later he came across the young lady resting at a bar by the roadside. With joy in heart he presented the goods back to the surprised American. He continued on his way to Santiago.
The young American girl had not had the heart to explain that she had left those things behind deliberately, as her pack was too heavy for her!

Several people have asked us if we would do it again. Initially our reaction would be NO, yet as the madness of western living kicks in, the simplicity of the Camino way of life is bizarrely moorish. During the drive home we were chatting about another Camino route that starts in Tuscany and finishes in Rome.

Oh dear, are we finally going native?
Does a padded room await all those pilgrims who swear they will only walk 'just one', yet end up addicted?

Perhaps we should buy shares in Compede...

TTFN