I'm a slow walker. I'd always taken myself for a fast one, but during my 250 km pilgrimage, I learned I'm not.
I was always the last to arrive at the pilgrim hostels. The people who'd set out around the same time as I had teased me about being the youngest and slowest. There was this competitive chatter about how quickly they'd walked, how light their packs were, how early they'd set off the next day. I was walking alone. I was walking to think. And I was walking to slow the fuck down.
So, I'd sleep a bit longer, enjoy my coffee in silence and set off once they were all out of sight. I'd stop at a creek and wash my feet. Or I'd sit in the shade and listen. I had no desire in the world to be quicker than anyone. And, I realized the more time I took, the less of their chatter I'd have to engage in. So I set out alone and walked slowly, savoured the sounds, and felt alive.
Take me back take me back take me back Camino!