The pilgrim awakens

Dear future hubster,

somebody left a dream catcher my office. It probably has been there for ages, maybe belongs to Lola, and Lola has been long gone, I just never really noticed or cared enough to see it.

But today I did, and it made me think of that probably made up story of some indigenous people in an unidentified south-american country, the story that says they always start the day with a song, a song that is unique to the person. They are singing their shadows home, because the shadows go wandering at night.

That story was told in the dining hall of the albergue in Fonfría, and it fit the ambiance perfectly, for Fonfría is a magical place. That same night some traditional maori melodies were sung, and we even learnt a pilgrim song in what was supposed to be occitan. Plenty of that delicious almond cake was had, email addresses were scribbled on a napkin, I had a bit of a crush on a boy, and was deeply in love with life.

The next morning it was so dark and foggy that we were all forced to delay our departure, as if Fonfría didn't just want to let us go. Beautiful, innocent Fonfría, thinking that rain and fog can make us stay. We were all set out on a journey, to walk The Way, being forever grateful for every new village we discovered, and having a little undying regret for every place we left behind.