Misery loves Company

Walking the Camino at times, was a little like a Lamaze class for me; focusing on my next breath as I labored to reach my goal. Hills were a challenge. While climbing Alto del Perdon, a grey haired little old lady (with the obligatory bun and all) passed me up no problem. As well as a number of 60, 40, and 20 year olds, toddlers, dogs, and a handicapped man riding a modified hand powered bicycle. A group of elderly Italians practically skipped by -they were very concerned for me; it was actually quite touching.
Of course once everyone has passed, the solitude can be very nice. I no longer had to pant out "Buen Camino" to everyone’s back (I'm almost positive that girl with the limp was faking), and was able to reflect on how miserable I was all by myself, which as we all know only makes the whole "oh woe is me" experience that much more rewarding. I was also able to ponder why none of my loved ones tried to talk me out of this when I gleefully said, "hey, I'm going to walk 445 miles through northern Spain, doesn't that sound like fun?
Each day got a little better, and along the way I met others, from all nations, and new friends were made often after striking up a conversation based on the one thing all peregrinos have in common; The Camino. You find that you don't have to have the same social or political ideals, be the same age or religion, or even speak the same language. All you need is that one constant, and more often than not, that's enough. A unique "fellowship" atmosphere pervades The Way, and the feeling that you have truly escaped the normalcy of everyday life. There’s a wonderful sense of community among peregrinos, with impromptu shared meals, nights sampling the best Pinxtos & Vino a city has to offer, and spontaneous conversations while washing one’s socks. Through a mix of different languages and animated hand gestures, you discuss your blisters, your shoes, how many belongings you’ve lost, and of course, your reason for walking The Way, whether it be personal and spiritual, or just the opportunity to take advantage of a unique way to experience Spain.
Eventually the kilometer posts are down to the double and single digits. It’s exciting to know that the end is in sight, and one’s sense of accomplishment is often satisfying on a truly primitive level. Unfortunately it’s also a sign that your Camino is soon ending, and you realize how much you’re going to miss the challenging yet rewarding experience that is The Way. Even the hills.