I am somewhere in Northern Spain right now in an ‘albergue’, or hostel that caters to Pilgrims
who are making the journey by either foot, bicycle, or horseback to Santiago De Compostela. Some are on a spiritual journey, some for the adventure, many are in some kind of life transition and still others just need a break from the usual stresses of ‘regular’ life at home.
I am less than a week into this 40-day trek and already there are lessons to be learned.
Each day we wake up early, put our few items into our backpack, and start walking just before dawn to the next pueblo, or town. Usually, we arrive in the early afternoon to claim a bed in the albergue, shower, wash the clothes we’d been wearing and hang them to dry in the sun before finding some food and perhaps a glass of wine.
It feels good to have risen early and achieved the days task; walking to our destination so early with the remainder of the day to explore, rest, and journal.
Simple really. But something I will take home with me when I finish here.
It’s a no-brainer, I know. But there are so many distractions and ‘noise’ vying for our attention every day that sometimes we can feel like the only ‘end’ to the demands of our day is when our heads hit the pillow.