With our little group of four we left the hotel late in the morning, enjoying a long and leisurely breakfast in León. The city was buzzing in the morning, and we stopped in a bakery to get some treats for nibbling on during the day. This included some of these delicious handmade biscuits, which were expensive, but worth every bite!
The walk all day was long and flat. León marked the end of the Meseta (the long flat plane known as the desert across the Camino) however the terrain continuing on was still repetitive and dull. We continued having long conversation in our little group, listening to music, laughing, telling stories. We eventually caught up with our Portguese friend who’d we’d met before. He was having a day where he wanted to walk in silence, but we could tell he felt conflicted over this. The Magician being his normal curious self, agreed to walk in silence with him. So being the supportive types, we immediately started to joke about what they were trying to say to each other. This only got worse, when some locals stopped to talk to them.
People connect with their journey on the Camino in different ways. Some use silence as a method to improve listening to themselves, and focusing within. I struggle to really understand this as a tool to gain a personal spiritual journey. As to be honest, this feels like people are forcing themselves to feel something. They are trying to make a journey exist and happen, rather than to be in the moment itself. By trying to force something magical to happen, for me, it feels like you miss the magic in the first place. By focusing on needing to feel something special, you end up missing the journey itself.
As the day walked on, we felt the pressure to make sure we kept to our timelines. This now caused us to push our entire group to keep walking long into the day, and then into the night again. It started to become clear to me, that we wouldn’t be able to keep walking with my Little Sister and the Texan for much longer. They were wanting to walk slowly, to enjoy each day together, taking their time to keep getting to know each other. The Magician and I were needing to keep to our timeline though, and we had to reach Santiago soon. Especially if we wanted to then keep walking onto Muxia and Finisterra. This filled me with a huge amount of sadness. As now when we were starting to say goodbye to our fellow Camino walkers, we were potentially saying goodbye forever.