7 life lessons from the Camino de Santiago

I’mmmmmmmm back!! In all honesty, I’ve been back for a month already but it’s been one of the craziest months of my life (the come down after travelling is really bad). That’s why I’m only getting round to blogging now. So don’t be hating, okay?

St Jean Pied de Port, France.

As I’m sure you have guessed, I survived the 800km walk across Spain. Yup, I can officially tick ‘Walk the French Route of the Camino de Santiago with my mom’ off my bucket list. And boy, was it something! I don’t even know where to begin. How does one explain or recount one of the BEST experiences in one’s life? Words that come to mind are: beautiful, crazy, challenging, soul refreshing, happy, free, fun, sad, rainy, snowy, hot, cold, awesome, wonderful, incredible, amazing… The one word that keeps popping up in my mind is life-changing. 

You simply cannot walk the Camino de Santiago and come back an unchanged person. If you do, you need to walk it again. 

The people you meet, the landscapes you see, the beds you sleep in, the food you eat, the music you hear, the conversations you engage in, the amount of wine you drink… all of it changes your perspective; it gives you a new lease on life. The lessons you learn on the Camino are the kind that will guide you for the rest of your life. To give you just a small idea of the magnitude of awesomeness that is the Camino, I thought I’d share just a few of the life lessons I learned along the Way:

• The less you have, the more free you are. After walking for 40 days with nothing but a backpack to call ‘home’, you quickly realised how little you really need in life. The less clothes, gadgets, accessories and ‘stuff’ you have in your life, the less tied down you’ll be and the easier it will be for you to move around (my goal in life at this point is travelling, so that was a simple but significant lesson to learn). 

My backpack weighed 10kg.

• We really don’t have control over much of anything. Once you accept this truth, and once you let go of the idea of control, life is much simpler. When you’re constantly planning every single move (which I was prior to the Camino), you never allow for things to happen the way they’re meant to. Sometimes, you just need to step back and see where life takes you. Allow the journey to unfold, it is so much more rewarding.

• When you can, live in the moment. This kind of relates to the lesson above in that by letting go  of ‘control’, we can allow things to happen and truly live in the moment. When life gives you an opportunity to get outside of your comfort zone, do it. When you’re invited for a drink with someone you’ve just met, go for it. When a yoga instructor tells you to stick your tongue out and scream in the yoga class, don’t hesitate (yes, this really happened). By living in the moment, you open yourself up to things you might never have before. That’s when the magic of life takes hold and whisks you off your feet. (For the cynics out there, I know it’s not realistic to always live like this, but when you can, you should) 

"You and me exist in this moment"

• There are good people out there. We met about five new people every single day (that’s 200 over 40 days!) on the Camino and I can honestly tell you that there was not one person who made me feel concerned or unsafe. Sure, there were oddballs or people I didn’t particularly want to bump in to but for the most part, they were genuinely good people. It restored my faith in people. Be cautious but give them a chance and watch the goodness unfold. 

Orisson, France.

• Solvitur ambulando. I spoke about this latin phrase a while ago and I will continue to speak about it for a long time. It means ‘it is solved by walking’ and now I can confirm its validity. Whenever my head was in a difficult place, whenever I felt irritated or anxious or overly excited, the walking got me back into my happy place. It challenged me both physically and mentally and it solved so much of the mumbo-jumbo that had been going on in my head over the last few months. Whatever happens in life, you can always walk it off. 

• Ciga ciga. This is a Greek saying which translates to ‘slowly slowly’. This was our motto. Many people rush the Camino, as they do life: they race out of the albergue each morning, they walk at a ridiculously fast pace and they focus only on the destination, not the journey. My mom and I, on the other hand, decided to take it really slow. We stopped in almost every small town, we only covered 25 km a day (which is short in comparison to some other pilgrims) and we rested whenever we felt like it. Life is so much more pleasurable when you’re not rushing; when you’re not racing to the end. Don’t ever forget to take it slow every once in a while. It’s like medicine for the soul.

A living reminder to take it slow.

• Be you, always. When you don’t have things to hide behind, like make-up or nice clothes or money or a career, then you really have no choice but to be yourself. And why be anything else? When my hair was dirty, when I was tired and sweaty and wearing the same socks as the previous day, I still managed to look in the mirror and think, ‘hey, you’re pretty cool.’ When you are just simply who you are and you’re not trying to prove anything or impress anyone, then being yourself is an easy and honest way to be.

Over the next few weeks I’ll be blogging about the trip - details about the terrain, walking, the hostels, food, people, etc and giving tips on how to prepare for the Camino, what to expect, what to pack and what shoes to look out for. Feel free to send me any questions.

Adios amigos!

There goes my plan

 It's the eve of our trip. Our bags are packed and we've been drinking champagne to calm our nerves. I really wanted to share some photos of the contents of my backpack but for some reason Blogger is giving me trouble. I also realised that working on Blogger via an iPad is an absolute nightmare and since that will be my main piece of technology on the trip, I'm not sure I'm going to be able to blog as often (or at all) as I would have liked to.

Perhaps it's a sign that I should rather focus on the journey or perhaps I'm just not as technologically adept as I thought I was. Trek Befok will still be alive, though, via my Instagram account so you can follow our journey there.

In the meantime, happy Sunday and goodbye for now.

I really didn't want to blog about my trip...

I didn't like the idea of spending an hour each day, writing about the events of the day, struggling to upload photos and worrying about whether I made any spelling/grammar mistakes (the curse of being a writer). It's because I'm selfish and wanted my trip to be about disconnecting from the world. But after chatting to some friends, I realised that while writing about it might be a bit painful for me, it will be great for those who have never heard of the Camino or who are interested in doing it themselves one day. And it's also for all my special peeps who are worried that I'll be kidnapped by a curly-haired Spaniard.

So, for those of you who don't know, over the next six weeks I will be walking the Camino de Santiago with my beautiful, funny, thoughtful and caring mother, Lynette. We are doing the French Route (most popular), which starts in the small town of St Jean Pied de Port in the south of France and ends 790km away in Santiago de Compostela in the north west coast of Spain.

We have been planning this trip for a year. The anticipation has been unbearable; I've had so many sleepless nights and stress-filled days that I almost wanted to say, stuff it I'd rather go for a beach holiday in Bali. Just kidding, I would never swap this trip for anything in the world! I will be blogging about it here and posting pics along the way on Instagram (see feed on the right).

We leave on Monday 11th April, so five days and counting.

Now, I leave you with some free images I found online of the Camino (because obvs I haven't taken any yet). Also, check out this amazeballs Video that gives you a very good idea of what the route is like.

Adiós, hasta luego!

The scallop is the official symbol for the Camino. There are various stories about the origin of the symbol. One of the stories claim that after St James was killed in Jerusalem, his body was shipped to Spain. During the trip, however, there was a big storm that hit the ship. After some time his body was found and covered in scallop shells.

Umm, how pretty is this?!

Just keep walking, walking, walking.

Apparently 90% of the Camino is on tar road and you walk through big cities like Pamplona and Leon. So no Cheryl Strayed-ing it in the wild.

If you've watched the movie The Way, this is the place where the large dude from Amsterdam compares his waist line to one of these metal sculptures. It's funny. 

Apparently there are fields and fields and fields of sunflowers along The Way. So much of prettiness, I can't wait!

Solvitur ambulando

Solvitur ambulando. I recently came across this Latin phrase in Paul Theroux's The Tau of Travel - a celebration of some of the best travel writing the world has ever seen. Translated, the phrase means 'it is solved by walking.'

Theroux writes, "Walking is a spiritual act; walking on one's own induces meditation," and I couldn't agree more. Walking is possibly one of the most effective and cheapest forms of therapy because it can be done anywhere in the world and all it really requires is a good pair of shoes (and perhaps some pepper spray if you're in a dodgy area). 

I love walking, hiking, jogging and basically anything that involves moving my beans. One of the best hikes I ever did was in Barberton with the Lowveld Rambling Club. We met at 8am at the Old Coach Road Guesthouse. It was August and pretty cold. The route started with a 400m climb up a koppie behind the guesthouse. I know uphills are difficult but this was on another level. We had to stop every 100m to catch our breath and remove a layer of clothing. By the time we got to the top (an hour later) we were out of breath, sweaty and almost undressed. Haha! 

 Like anything that's challenging, it's the end product that makes it worth it. And boy was it worth it. That view, sjoe! Sure it was nearing the end of winter and most of what we saw was dry and dull but it was beautiful nonetheless. We could see most of the De Kaap Valley, parts of the Makhonjwa Mountain Range, an old mine shaft and the many grassy outcrops that make up the Barberton region.  There were no buildings or cars in sight, it was just nature at its finest: raw and undiscovered.

We ate our sandwiches then made our way down the koppie and through a lovely riverine. I can't even remember the distance of that hike or what else we saw, all I remember is that view and the feeling I got once I reached the top of the koppie. It was something more than relief or satisfaction, it was spiritual.

Find out more about the hike here. 

P.s I've decided to get a tattoo with this phrase somewhere on my foot. What do you think?