PJ and I are following Nathan Mizrachi’s blog “Life is a Camino” as he walks the Compostela pilgrimage. Today we learned that the poetry of the road has joined him as a companion.
This is my third week on the Way of St. James, and I think I’m finally getting the hang of it (but perhaps not French computers, which is making this post excruciatingly difficult). After walking about 400-500 km I have recognize certain sounds that pop up wherever I happen to be. If you close your eyes after reading this, hopefully you will get a sense for what it sounds like to walk The Way.
1. The wind rustling through trees and high grass.
2. The distant roaring noise of a car approaching you on the highway, and the rush of sound a it passes you.
3. The cacophony of buzzing you hear — either high tension power lines overhead, or a symphony of crickets chirping in the grass.
4. The unreciprocated echo of church bells tolling in a small village, fading into the still heat of midday.
5. The constant…
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