Conclusion

I made some attempts at being philosophical about the whole thing, but after some thought I will leave you with a quote that I like (and applied minor changes to). There is a story. I travelled at the same time last year, among other places through Santiago theCompostela . I joined an overland bus tour through western Europe and Morocco. Travelling in Morocco I read "Leo the African" and the following quote from that book described life in the Caravan. This struck a chord with me because I could recognise my situation in the description and I think it works also now. Leo travelled between places like Marrakesh and Timbuktu with caravans. After a couple of hours of camel riding I have concluded that that is not a journey I will do in the foreseeable future.

I discovered very soon that one could also become immersed in the caravan Camino. When wayfarers know that, for weeks and months, they must proceed in the same direction, confront the same perils, live, eat, pray, enjoy themselves, grieve, and sometimes die, together, they cease to be strangers to each other; no vice remains hidden, no artifice can last. Seen from afar, a caravan the Camino looks like a procession; from close to, it is a village, with its stories, jokes, nicknames, intrigues, conflict, reconciliations, nights of singing and poetry, a village for which all lands are far away, even the land one comes from, or the land one is crossing.