To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive
Robert Louis Stevenson quotation, from Virginibus Puerisque, 1881
The best day of our Santiago de Compostela journey was not the day we arrived. Stevenson has something in the quote above. While we did anticipate the end of our trip and while it was of some relief, particularly for J as she struggled with her feet, arriving was a bit of a let down.
The thing anticipated, once realized, never seems to measure up to the vision that we carried as we journeyed toward it. Santiago was particularly disappointing as we felt that we were within reach of our goal, once we entered the city, but just could not seem to finally get to the real end, the cathedral. Even when we found it there were disappointments found in coming to the end.
In the same way as we had regrets at the first stage, the leaving, we found that there were also regrets at the returning
stage. We regretted leaving the new friends that we had made, the new simple routine of life that we had found, the opportunity for new experiences around every corner, the understanding that we needed to return to the responsibilities that we had left back home (such as they are).
In a way, it would have been nice to just keep on the journey. I suppose, in the big picture of life, that is what we really do. We are on a journey and the way that we journey, our attitudes along the way, the way that we treat our fellow travellers, is really more important than any destination. The way we travel, may also have a lot to do with what we find when we get to the destination, in a cup half full or half empty kind of way.
So, we travel with hope, and not necessarily of a speedy arrival.
This may have something to do with Hebrew.