One year past

I was walking the Camino one year ago. Now I sit at home typing all about it. It was hot, I felt fit. Now one year later, I look at the rain running down my window. I am in my current home, that is Maynooth, just outside Dublin, Ireland. I am no longer fit, after the Camino I had an operation, fittness has slid somewhat since then.

I carry the Camino in my every day life. My girlfriend, who is here with me in Ireland, I met on the Camino. We get married next year. Over breakfast this morning we tried to remember where we were this day a year ago. We know where we were on the 5th Sep, we’ve been together since that day.

I am finishing all the updates on this site. I start back uni, (my last year) in two weeks, after that there will not be much time for the site for a while. The Camino site has been my first site. Since this I have started some others, the Camino though is my baby. I fail to understand why the whole experience of walking the Camino means so much to me, but it does. It was not a time in my life of great joy and happiness, the experience itself was frustrating often, and the people drove me mad on many days. So why is it so dear to me?