A year ago today, we had just finished our walk on the Camino de Santiago. The night before we had celebrated M’s birthday and in the morning we went to the Pilgrim’s Mass and joined with hundreds of other pilgrims in the end of something and the beginning of something else. As I have written before, that journey has had a profound, and yet, unclear effect on both of our lives. We keep coming back to it, studying it, reliving the experience.
We are doing some of that now. One of the reasons that Montreal (or actually Brossard) is on the bike trip that we are now on, is that we have the opportunity to visit with some of the good friends that we made on that journey. Last night, we celebrated M’s birthday with supper at an Indian restaurant. We are staying at C’s house and enjoying her wonderful hospitality and her cats. In the past year M and C have become a couple, another product of the Camino experience.
We talked together about journeys last night and recognized again that the thing that makes a trip, for us anyway, are the people you meet along the way. Not a day has gone by in which we have not had a meaningful conversation with at least one person, shared some help along the way (yesterday I did some bike maintenance for a woman who just could not figure out how to pump up her tire)
We have other contacts as well. You really should read J’s post about our experience at Oka.