On the Camino, what each day provides you in terms of difficulty (foot pain,
blisters, chafing, your own thoughts, an unexpected intimacy with
Spanish toilets), it makes up for in beauty. The vistas capture your
spirit in such a way that you are impermeably changed because of what
you see and how you feel when you see it. The feeling is one of such
intense gratitude for being alive that at times you burst into tears at
the next cafe stop, snotting into the fleeced shoulder of the closest
pilgrim (whom you may or may not have met before). You might burst into
uncontrollable laughter shortly afterwards, because you've realized an
old
Loreena McKennit album has been playing dramatically in the
background the whole time.