I’ve never done anything but dream. This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life. My only real concern has been my inner life. FERNANDO PESSOA

Tuesday, 2 March 2010

Salamanca to A Gudiña

4 comments:

pilgrimpace said...

Thank you. Much, much colder than February - although even then it was often below zero at first light. I remember walking with a lovely Brazilian guy and having to distract him when we passed thermometers.

Well done for walking so much of this,

Andy

The Solitary Walker said...

Now I feel a bit annoyed I didn't make the end - but I'm sure it'll pass. I'm thinking this from the comfort of my own home and forgetting how tired I was and how the rain fell in such torrents. Perhaps that's one of the lessons I have to learn? That the 'end' is notional, and everyone's path and destination is a different one. (Though actually I think I know this already - as some of my later poems may show?) Santiago, historical and beautiful and emotionally-charged as it is, is, in a sense, only a convenient peg to hang our 'destination' on, is it not?

Rachel Fox said...

This video flicks through the photos so quickly! Too fast, too fast!
x

The Solitary Walker said...

The idea was...the restless wind of the song? Plus an edgy, dissatisfied, neurotic feel because I hadn't finished the pilgrimage?

Actually, though, you're right. I think I just got fed up and crammed everything in...