“I hear a swelling swoosh; from the south a bullet train whizzes into view on the tracks, knives through the landscape in a matter of moments, then disappears with a whoosh. It has just covered in a few seconds what has taken me hours to walk. That very fast train reminds me that, as a pilgrim, travel is made holy in its slowness. I see things that neither the passengers of the train nor the drivers of the automobiles see. I feel things that they will never feel. I have time to ponder, imagine, daydream. I tire. I thirst. In my slow walking, I find me.” WalkingPilgrimageCamino De Santiago Book:Beyond Even the Stars: A Compostela Pilgrim in France Source: Beyond Even the Stars: A Compostela Pilgrim in France
“To feel the pull, the draw, the interior attraction, and to want to follow it, even if it has no name still, that is the "pilgrim spirit."The "why" only becomes clear as time passes, only long after the walking is over.” PilgrimageCamino De Santiago Book:Beyond Even the Stars: A Compostela Pilgrim in France Source: Beyond Even the Stars: A Compostela Pilgrim in France