My step was light, my heart was there.
Waves of sadness washed through me.
Will my heart be light or full of sorrow?
I walked with joy and also fear
And welcomed every smile and tear.
I gained a lot, I lost a lot,
I remembered much and I forgot.
I was pushed out of my comfort zone,
I was never lonely but often alone,
I met people that inspired me,
I felt strong and weak and free.
I followed yellow arrows and was smelly,
I loved the Pilgrim’s menus to fill my belly,
I collected “sellos” and learned “unas palabras”,
I drank lots of “cortados” and finally said “Buenas”.
I know how to get dressed in the dark, completely noiseless,
I pack my backpack blindly and use my intuition for choices.
I walk in dark woods before the sun rises,
I pass big barking dogs without a big crisis.
I listen to my body and not the clock,
I think going back to everyday life will be a bit of a cultural shock.
I’m grateful for all I could learn, feel and see,
Gracias, Danke, Thanks and Merci!
Now I have got a new Compostela for my shelf,
And incidentally I found my Self.