Giant piles of driftwood and surfers covered this very long beach from one end to the other
1 511 minutes ago
I feel like this place can’t be real – but yet it is. The colors here are incredible, the beaches are practically empty, the water is perfectly warm, and the food is pretty good. I definitely started this trip off on the right foot.
Exactly one year ago I went to a small town in France to walk an unknown path, Camino de Santiago. Little did I know, that I was going on a life-changing adventure. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ •⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
This path is not just a geographical path, it’s a magical path that has been created by the spirits of humans for over thousand years. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ •⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Walking 33 days crossing northern Spain, east to west. Only walking, eating and sleeping, and carrying the absolute necessary, I got in touch with the simplicity of life. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ •⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
That said, walking long distances creates a lot pain, but instead of fighting it, I accepted it. And I came to an important realization; happiness is also accepting suffering. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ •⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
I think that today we need the Camino de Santiago much more than ever, because of the lack of simplicity and magic in the stressful modern world. •⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
33 days later after that small French town, I was standing on a cliff on the Spanish west coast. A place called Finisterre, meaning “the end of the world”. I could simply not walk any further, only back. ~⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
But It wasn’t the end of the world, just the end of my Camino. The world was waiting for me.