I first walked the Camino de Santiago in 2004 on the Camino Frances route. I found it quite difficult back then to find information before I went so I had little idea what lay ahead. In hindsight that was maybe good for me, if I had seen some of the images of where people sleep at night and the stories about sharing I would likely have chosen something else that summer.
For most of my life, I had worked in jobs that I didn’t like much. So in 2002 I called a halt and quit my job with the intention of going to college or university the year after. I didn’t know what I was going to study; however, I had a fallback choice of finance an area where I had mostly worked. That choice was made on the basis if I was going to continue to work in an area I didn’t like then I better make sure I was better paid.
I looked at a few colleges and two universities. I had a great conversation with a woman in NUIM, a student intake counselor for mature students. One simple question she asked changed my thinking:
If you could study anything you wanted, what would it be?
English Literature – I knew the answer immediately – but I didn’t think it was a sensible choice. Sensible would have been something that trained me.
The next day I applied for entrance and a week later I was accepted. Then I was really terrified, why was someone who could not spell going to write so much? Anyway, I ignored the fear and enrolled.
The First Time I Heard of the Camino
I moved from Dublin to Maynooth into a shared apartment with other old students like myself. It was great and I loved reading and study.
Another student, Dara, talked about this long distance walk he had completed. Now he was mad – he had walked from Holland to Santiago de Compostela. He went on and on, the people he met, the freedom, the peacefulness, and it was a cheap way to spend the summer. The cheap part started my interest. I was poor and had my first student summer ahead. I didn’t want to work and this sounded interesting. However, I wasn’t sure if I would hate it or just see it as a challenge and therefore find it bearable.
Dara helped get me kitted out. I borrowed his rucksack, bought a sleeping bag and made do with everything else. I booked a flight to Paris and the overnight train to Bayonne. I wasn’t committed to walking the whole way. I wasn’t committed at all – my main thought was “if I hate it, I’ll go somewhere else in Spain for the rest of the summer”. I had an arrangement to meet Dara in September on the Camino Aragones at Jaca and walk with him for a week.
Arriving in St Jean Pied de Port
I traveled on the local train from Bayonne to St Jean. There were a few other pilgrims on the train; well I thought they were, as they had backpacks and those strange scallop shells hanging from them.
When I had checked in at the airport my rucksack weight 15kg. I had it in my head that I would be spending a lot of time on my own – maybe in the wilderness – I laugh at myself now. Being who I am I had brought along a few books: War and Peace, and a couple of others by Dostoevsky – happy reading? Tolstoy was left in Pamplona, I am surprised I carried it that far.
In the Pilgrim’s office in St Jean, I was given a Pilgrims Passport and a list of albergues for the whole route, hostels to you and me. There was a group from Italy traveling together who were booking rooms for the first night at Orrison, (one of the very few places where you have to book ahead), they asked me if I wanted a bed booked. I did and I set out walking with them.
Between St-Jean and Pamplona I mixed back and forward with the Italian group and an Irish group who lived in Germany, son, father, and grandfather. I took a few days to settle, being part of any group has never been my natural inclination.
Commitment Grew the More I walked
My image of walking in the wilderness was completely wrong. There were people around most of the time. I would sometimes walk on my own and sometimes with others.
My desire to finish grew the more I walked. I walked about 25 to 30km per day carrying my too heavy rucksack. I learned to leave unneeded items behind in hostels.
My feet became very sore and I dumped my cheap boots and invested in light walking shoes in Pamplona. But the damage had been done to my heals – eventually, the hard skin on my heels had to be removed with scissors and taped up every morning. They were only sore for the first five minutes each time I started walking – and this was a summer holiday?
I Caught the Camino Bug
Because I had skipped a couple of sections I went back again the next year with the aim of walking the whole route. I did – even after I had been taken to hospital in an ambulance I got a taxi back to where it had picked me up. They discovered I had two hernias, the doctor gave me decent painkillers and advised I take it easy and see my doctor when I got home. (As a side note I was in Vienna the next year for Uni there – if you get sick and need a hospital that is the place to be treated, bloody great.)
I met Anna.
I have to tell a story and hope she doesn’t mind. We sat opposite each other one evening at dinner. We were staying the night in Hospital de San Nicolas an Italian run hostel just before Itero del Castillo where they have a communal evening meal. I was asking people around the table what they did and what they wanted to do. I kept her to last; I didn’t want to seem too eager to get to know her… Anyway, when she answered the question I said: “so what is wrong with you then?” That could be one of the worst chat-up lines in history. She also told me later I was likely the grumpiest Pilgrim that she met – touché. Fourteen years later we are still together, (and have a beautiful son).
The Changes I Attribute to the Camino
I was always a scribbler. Half written books. Unfinished great novels. The last half-finished book went into the bin in Jan 2006. The next morning I woke and decided I should know how to build a website. Being a student gives one a lot of free time.
So, of course, the topic for my great new project was going to be the Camino de Santiago. The first iteration was horrible; my graphics skills are non-existent. This is the website that I built – a few iterations later. I also run a Camino forum and feel like I have daily interactions with the Camino.
I discovered very quickly that having a website doesn’t mean someone will visit it, maybe your parents or granny. My competitive edge came out a little and I learned web marketing – my new career, and I now run a small company in Dublin in this area. Just as well, I don’t really have the gene for being a teacher and what else would I do after university?
I sit here in Prague, where I now live, writing this – down to meeting Anna on the Camino.
This could be a good post for another week; anyway, these are just some thoughts:
- Pain reminds me I am alive
- I can do more than I believe
- I like people – surprise
- I like being part of some groups
- Types of people annoy me – no matter what language they speak
- I can learn those types and change myself
- People care – I saw a huge amount of this
- Crying is okay
- Sharing is good
- I need less than I think
What about you? Do you have any lessons from the Camino to share? Did the Camino change your life in any way?