Talking about the Camino is talking about a trip that marked me pleasantly, I return to it mentally on many occasions. What I have learned I try to always accompany me on my walk.

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I left Roncesvalles walking alone with my camera and backpack towards Santiago de Compostela, with a backpack that was too heavy. With no more pretense than that, face Santiago to see what happened.

And it turned out to be a path full of experiences, of cultivating friendships, anecdotes, camaraderie, laughter, thoughts, shouting to heaven, songs, talks, feelings, silences, an authentic intimate journey that took me for the first time that I remember to be deeply grateful for being here. , in living, in feeling alive and grateful.

Feeling that filled me with a great inner smile that I try to always accompany me.

I walked the French way, which travels through regions as beautiful and spectacular as Navarra, the vast Castilla y León, La Rioja, El Bierzo, Galicia (my mother's land), passing through fantastic cities and towns, incredible landscapes that I get excited when visiting them.

It was a pleasure to be able to know walking calmly so many beautiful places and people. What a great trip.

My Way was of pure life and feeling, next to people who have been very deep in the heart of my memory. People who since then are friends, to some, without remembering their names, I remember them with an enormous affection, from others I remember a gesture, an anecdote, a favor, an afternoon of wineries, a talk, a cure made with love, a share ... the moments of the road that fill one's walk, those are.

People of my Way

MªCarmen walked with Isabel from Saint Jean Pied de Port. MªCarmen is a wonderful person, like the bread he always carried, she has a nice walk and feel. All my love to her.

In Burgos she was joined by Estibaliz, another wonderful Basque, who met many unexpected faces and smiles. She didn't take long to show hers, what a great beauty of a person, I immediately loved it. Great luck on my way, a friend, the kind you want to have forever. And luckily so it is.

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The funny man on the left came and went back doing the Camino from his home in Holland, how calm he was. And the Belgian boy came from an ecclesiastical seminary in Belgium. He had sunburned eyes because he had lost his glasses, he was short on money. I gave him mine, I liked being able to do it, he said very happy.

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He was Brazilian, there are many making the way because of the book that Paulo Coelho wrote. A very joking guy, we immediately connected. He was tasting wine and living the path very slowly. Of course, always following the yellow arrow... a charm.

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At the entrance to Logroño you found this magnificent woman who counted the pilgrims who passed accumulating pebbles. You sat in his shadow, you talked, he sold shells and other things. A love of person, of those who made Camino, without a doubt.

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This great French character left his home in Paris, it was his third Camino. He was drinking wine from the boot while he walked, we barely spoke a common language but we understood each other perfectly. His wife joined him in Navarre to tour the rest. I immediately lost track of it, but I remember it perfectly.

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This wonderful woman helped me on my second day of hiking with advice and encouragement. Two days later she was crying with grief for having to leave the Camino because of a black toenail from a blow she gave herself. Almost 70 years old and enviable energy.

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The great Javi returned to León, he was the first one I spoke to in Roncesvalles, a blessing. Javi is a person who is impossible not to love. I think he once again found a little light in his path, he gave the rest of us a lot of his. A love of being

I also walked to Santiago sections with the wonderful Miren and Jaione, it was good to share with them.

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Pedrito had sores on his feet from the first day, and they got worse. He tried everything to continue, in the end he had to take a break and we didn't meet again. At each stop we tried to take care of his sores. He always wore the best of smiles, how many laughs we had.

Here we were refueling with the great Javi, in Zubiri, the first days of the Camino.

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One of those volunteer hospitaleros from shelters who made the place feel differently, like your real home. In addition, he made you ready with all the love, he took care of your wounds.

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Nuria, the magnificent Galician who offered us all some pearl to think about, from the people who are special to you. She left Roncesvalles, we walked the path together without intending to, out of pure chemistry we did it together.

And Miguel is a pure spark of friendship, from the first laughs. Thanks to him my Camino was something bigger. He also left Roncesvalles the same day, a great luck to coincide with this great guy from Vallecas.

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Each path is unique and unrepeatable, so it is better to look at your own footprints to see what they are talking about and what they say. The ones on my way keep whispering to me, it was one of those trips so complete that they are part of me.

Good way,