The End of the Road, and What it Means

Abandoned Shoe

The last week that I have walked the Camino de Santiago has been a time of great reflection for me. Once I reached the windswept mountains of Galicia, it was impossible to ignore that the Camino was coming to an end. When I reached the 100 km mark four days ago, I decided to separate myself a bit from Joey and Carly, who had been my awesome companions when I ascended Dragonte. I think there was an unspoken accord between us that although we had grown close over the several days we had walked together, the truth was that this final stage was meant to be done in solitude.

Welcome to Galicia

And so it was—I kept my head down most of the time and began to reflect on this journey. Chances are you found my blog because of this Freshly Pressed article, and I spent most of the last few days trying to answer the question I asked then: Why is a Sephardic Jew walking the Camino de Santiago?

Out of darkness, light

Perhaps the question needs to be reconsidered. Being a Sephardic Jew has as much to do with me as Catholicism has to do with the Camino de Santiago. That is to say, neither of these things are related to the 1,678 km (or something like that) which I traveled from Vezelay to Santiago. The human race is afflicted by an unnecessary impulse to quantify, to categorize—we are diseased accountants who cannot escape this propensity to label A as A and B as B. There is no A, there is no B. There simply is.

The All Seeing Eye, Santiago de Compostela

Keeping this in mind, the Camino de Santiago can start wherever you want it to start, and end wherever you want it to; Santiago is merely a place. It represents a destination that people have fixated upon for more than a thousand years, and even in pre-Christian times was an important pagan shrine. Its greatest purpose is to be a bookend, to serve as a concrete finish line for those who have walked there. “Now you have finished,” the Camino says, “so now what? What of this journey you undertook?”

Mila and I

As I have sat here struggling for the past few hours to answer this question, Mila, who I met several days ago and then bumped into again upon arriving in the city, asked me why I needed to have a response so soon after walking. Which of course, lead me to think: Why does there need to be answer? Maybe the duration of this journey, literally every hour that I spent between August 18 and October 25, 2013, is the answer. Depending on how you see the world, your answer for why I decided to walk the Camino de Santiago will be different. And that’s totally fine.

Pilgrim message board

But I think it’s a bit of a cop-out to conclude a journey of a thousand miles with a question mark, and I do have some solid bits of truth to dish out. First and foremost, the Camino de Santiago absolutely restored my faith in humanity. Strangers gave me directions when I was lost, gave me food and water when I was hungry and thirsty, gave me rides to the next town when I was exhausted and incapable of continuing (this was a problem during the manic first few days I had), gave me friendship when I was lonely. Second, I contained my entire life in my backpack and managed to lose several items along the way, yet still I stand. Life is as simple as you want it to be. And lastly, most of what we learn we already knew beforehand; by this, I mean the name of my blog. Four months ago I chose it because it seemed catchy, but also because somehow without ever setting foot on the Camino itself, I knew it to be true. The Camino de Santiago is but one tiny fraction of my life, but Life Is A Camino. And mine has only just begun.

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