Last year I walked a Camino. In one way it was an impulsive decision borne out of a lack of finances, the serendipity of being in Europe, and frustration that plans to walk with a friend to celebrate the end of PhD’s kept feeling like a moving target. In another way, like so much of what I do, the impulse was preceded by a world of thinking and planning and dreaming.
This post was a reflection written at the end of last year about my experience of walking the Camino Ingles from A Coruna to Santiago de Compestela and then on to Finisterre.
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