My last post happened real ages ago. Sure, I don't need to explain myself,but I may, and I will. I will give a short "Why" explanation behind my decision not to write while on the Camino: To be able to stay where I found myself every moment, and to keep myself in that, here and now, I had to stop. Or writing would stop me from experiencing here and now. It would be: then and there. Here. Better here, now. Always. Camino is like a spiritual retreat in experiencing the present, and to me it represents something I need to keep in a different way than the present of everyday. Writing, I step back and away, outside to look in.
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| On our arrival in Santiago de Compostela, we encountered trash, garbage everywhere - there was a general strike taking place for a while, and so nothing was being picked up. Local newspapers ran these cartoon commentaries on the situation in Santiago. Soon the only pilgrims arriving in the city will be rats, as the stench will scare away all the human pilgrims, and rats will be lured by the delicious (to them) scent of the city |
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| "Pilgrim" is his job description. |
