The aesthetics of movement – Camino Frances pt.II

In the first installation of my Camino Frances journey, I mentioned that I had chosen the route with some friends as a reunion of sorts. Teresa, Marieke and I had met about 18 months prior in Aberdeen, the sleepy Scottish university and oil town whose stout granite buildings perch themselves on the North Sea shore up above Edinburgh. Marieke’s partner, Nick, who I had also briefly met in Aberdeen, would also be coming along, and hopefully the four of us would make it all the way to Santiago de Compostela.

But I wasn’t meeting the others until Leon, and to get there I had three weeks or so or solo walking.

Browsing various Camino forums I’ve often read posts something along the lines of ‘Will I be OK walking the Camino solo?’ Well, having now done it, I think it’s fair to say the Liverpudlians have the right of it – ‘You’ll never walk alone…’. The real beauty of the Camino isn’t in the landscape, or the food, or the amazing things that 800km will do to your calves.

It’s in the people.

The first person I met was an English bloke. He wasn’t a walker and wasn’t particularly fit. I ran into him on the shuttle train from Bayonne to St Jean Pied de Port. He was nervous as can be (as was I) and wasn’t really sure why he was there (neither was I) but we got chatting and would continue to run into each other over the next five weeks or so. There was the German family (inc. dog) who had started walking out their front door a few years early and did a couple of hundred kilometres each summer. Their 16yo walked with us for a while and decided that next year he was going to come back and finish off the last 600km by himself. There was the Muslim theology student who fascinated by the idea of pilgrimage. There was the old bloke in Logroño who had walked the Camino 17 times and gave my friend boots when hers fell apart.

And then there were the Bastard Children of England; Christina (Vancouver), Jordun (Oregon), Angie (Innsbruck) and myself, who met up on the second day and decided to form our own little puddle of New World pilgrims (of course, Austria isn’t New World, but we liked her anyway). It is an amazing place to be, on a new adventure with brand new strangers, with nothing but a communal sense of the unknown, a pack on your back and a bottle of cheap wine where you should be keeping a water bottle.

The start of the Camino was, for me, one of the most special bits of walking I’ve done. There’s something glorious about being at the start of a journey so long that the end becomes inconceivable and thus meaningless. You aren’t going anywhere, you’re simply moving from place to place, surrendering yourself to the rhythms and necessities of the body moving through space and embracing the beauty in that; the aesthetics of movement.

Estella, Fuente del Vino

Pilgrims’ fountain

Watering trees, near Los Arcos

Lone tree

Vines at dawn

Cairn

Olive grove

Outbuilding

Poplars and crags

Italians, Viana

Evening rainbow, Viana

La Rioja vineyards

The outskirts of Navarrete

Jordun’s feet, Navarrete

Between friends

Angie, Navarrete

Last light outside the 96 bed dorm room, Navarrete

Above the town

Navarrete

 

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2 thoughts on “The aesthetics of movement – Camino Frances pt.II

  1. Another really great post. Your thoughts regarding the beginnings of a journey ring particularly true for myself. I think that’s why our holidays keep getting longer and longer!

    • Thanks 🙂 It’s been interesting going back over this trip and how I felt about it at the time. It was my first ‘long’ walk and I was in a very different place to where I’m at now. That said, it definitely kicked off a serious bug, I’ve finished another two 400km + walks since and I’ve got a bunch more on the radar 🙂

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