Camino de Santiago 15

Jul 14th, 2012 | By | Category: Travel Adventures

Woke up in the middle of the night to a new level of stiffness and pain. Will my body ever stop hurting? Half of the people I started with are no longer around, some are busing ahead, others have flown home. It makes you think about your physical and mental toughness and how the hell they did this a thousand years ago…and with crappy (or no) shoes. I’ve gained a new level of appreciation for our ability to transport ourselves from place to place.

I am staying in a room with just me and another individual. A German guy around my age, maybe slightly older. He doesn’t speak English, I don’t speak German, so we just nod at each other. We both agree to get up at 5am.

It is dark when I walk out the door following behind the german guy. It is very easy to get lost when leaving in the dark but he manages to find the way and I follow him about 20 paces back.


I’m in a surprisingly good mood for feeling like crap a few hours earlier. But that’s what the morning does to you. It gives you a feeling of renewal. The air is crisp enough to see my breath and I wish I had gloves. Venus and Jupiter shine bright in the eastern sky as dawn slowly breaks.


As light emerges I begin to see gold. Everywhere there are soldiers of the sun. Waiting patiently, standing in formation, yellow faces bright. They know instinctively that their god lies to the east. And like a Phoenix it will rise and provide them with what they crave. Sunlight.


So I wait too. Amongst the sunflower soldiers. I wait for the breaking dawn. The first golden ray of life’s energy. And I am reminded of Robert Frost’s Poem: Nothing Gold Can Stay. It is the only poem I have memorized by heart. Clearly my one and only favorite.


Natures first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf’s a flower
But only so an hour
Then leaf subside to leaf
So Eden sank to grief
So Dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay



Do you have a favorite poem? If so please share it with me below.

As I continued walking west with the rising sun warming my back I clicked on Stings album Fields of Gold.

What a great album. It’s worth purchasing.


You’ll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley.
You’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we walk in fields of gold.


It was clearly a golden day. Everywhere I looked I found gold. So I played my favorite song. The song they can play at my funeral. A song that reminds me of my father. Stevie Wonders song Stay Gold.

It was the title track to the movie the Outsiders.


Seize upon that moment long ago
One breath away and there you will be
So young and carefree
Again you will see
That place in time…so gold


Steal away into that way back when
You thought that all would last forever
But like the weather
Nothing can ever…and be in time
Stay gold


But can it be
When we can see
So vividly
A memory
And yes you say
So must the day
Too, fade away
And leave a ray of sun
So gold


Life is but a twinkling of an eye
Yet filled with sorrow and compassion
though not imagined
All things that happen
Will age too old
Though gold


The Camino is filling me with golden moments, nuggets of insight, and precious memories that I will cherish for the rest of my life.



Day 15: Religion and Faith

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  1. Sian,
    The photos for day 15 are Golden. Every morning when you take your first steps remember all of us who are waiting to hear about your daily journey. The Blogs, Photos and Poem are a great gift to us in the desert that are walking with you in sprit!

  2. Wow, what an adventure. I am gaining some wonderful second hand memories as well. Thanks so very much for your thoughtful comments and observations, all of your friend value your perspectives.

  3. It is good to see the smile upon your face. Godspeed my friend. I catch myself thinking about you and the Camino at various times during the day.
    The poem that I memorized is by ee cummings: I don’t mind eels, Except as meals, And the way they feels.

  4. The only poem I’m memorized is a Haiku, “A frog does not drink up the pond in which he lives”… hmmm, maybe I haven’t memorized it, because I’m not convinced that’s the right number of syllables. But it comes from a book that’s my favorite: “The Earth Speaks”–an outstanding collection of poems and essays about Earth. I think you’d really enjoy it.

    The pictures are fantastic! Makes me excited to plan a hiking expedition for next summer. 🙂

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