I had planned to tell you everything I could about this journey. But the Camino is a small lifetime of it's own where plans, like the ones we make here in the "real" world, can flicker out long before they're realised.
I was finding the littlest of splendours igniting thoughts in me as I walked. The thoughts would take hold, raging throughout the day. The splendours seemed to invoke some inner Narrator within me that toyed with them as I walked. He would expand them, change them, reword them, restructure them all for you. The sun would be searing my skin but my thoughts would be charring my mind!
I knew I would never find a dozen different descriptions for the marvellous scenery each day, so instead, I thought I'd regale you with "tales of the trail." I made the decision there and then to tell you less of the daily hike and more of what was interesting me and holding my attention.
I wanted to tell you every thought that entered my head. But, I found that because of all the things happening here, I didn't have the time or energy to tell you of them.
For every one thing I've published here so far, I could have told you ten more.
I wanted you to know of the early days and the nerves of day one that drove me up the mountain with adrenaline. The Narrator in me would have liked to have told you more about the optimism of the adventure to come and how it was doused by the eventual pessimism and negativity that rain, sun and blisters bring. He wanted to give you the words that would have put you firmly in my well-worn shoes.
I could have told you about the mornings I couldn't walk. About how I slowly emerged from the Albergue taking tiny, painful baby steps, with impossible rubble strewn hills in front of me. I wanted to tell you about the tears I never shed then, though I felt they deserved a little time on my cheeks. I could tell you how I thought of quitting in those moments. About how there was so much more of the journey in front of me than there was behind, and how I couldn't live with the pain following me throughout. The Narrator within wanted to speak of defeating the doubts and soldiering on, but I decided I couldn't without sounding like I was pandering to my ego and making myself out to be some sort of heroic individual. Plus, doubts don't like staying defeated, so I won't say much more than that.
I could have told you about the bright orange Butterfly that seemed to visit me at those low times. How she would fly on ahead of me flitting side-to-side and up-and-down, as Butterflies are apt to do. I came to think of her as my guide and that somewhere in her eccentric flight I learned that the path of a journey, much like the plans we make, do not always run straight, and that just being able to move forward was a blessing in life. I took this lesson and drove forward despite the suffering I was feeling. Yes, I knew that each day I was probably being visited by a new, different butterfly. But, as is human nature, my inner Narrator dressed coincidence in magic and made more of it than it was for the comfort it brought. My Butterfly was here solely for me. I promised to write a story about her one day, at which point she'll be entirely yours.
I wanted to tell you about the crosses and headstones that appear along the route. I neither knew whether they were in memory of someone who loved the Camino or if they marked the place where that person fell down forever. I wanted you to know that on some, fresh flowers had been placed. Sometimes in the middle of nowhere. Stones are often seen placed by compassionate pilgrims around and on those memorials as a mark of respect. They got me thinking of the love of the people who came back to place these memorials. I realised sadly, that I myself may fall down forever just steps away from these memorials and I wondered if I was so loved that someone may come back here to remember me. It saddened me, as I thought it wasn't so.
I could have told you more. The Narrator in me wanted to. I could have expanded on all of this if I'd had the time. If the opportunity had been there whilst these thoughts burned through my mind, you'd be reading more than you are now.
But those flames in my mind died down over time. They were replaced by new thoughts and experiences which themselves died away. I just offer you now the embers of these thoughts to give you more than I have done so far. I wanted you to know I was thinking of you and of how to share this unique experience with you.
I now know that this is an experience that could only really be shared if you had been walking by my side.
Maybe one day.