I started up in the cloud-line this morning, and followed a forest track down through village after village –
Biduedo, Fillobal, Triacastela, San Christobo, Renche –
until I reached the town of Samos, wrapped around its monastery, down in the valley.
It was a day filled with those conversations you can only have with strangers on the Camino – a Slovenian business analyst, a Romanian educator, a piano teacher from Dallas, Texas.
Each of us more alike than different.
Each of us dropping a pebble in a pond, and not staying long enough to see the ripples we create along the way.
Today marked my fifth week on the Camino.
I’m acutely aware that my time here is getting shorter. Tomorrow I will pass Sarria, and everything will change once again.
This sense of the impermanence of things, coupled with the unparalleled Galician landscape, made today almost luminescent, and me a little pensive, and nostalgic, and sad.
Daily Braveries 