A Saunter In Spain

2017

El Camino de Santiago de Compostela

From Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port, France, to Santiago de Compostela and Fisterra, Spain, Jason Syptak hiked more than 890 kilometers (553 miles) on El Camino de Santiago. Taking his sweet, fragile 46 total days to soak up and express gratitude for every passing view, Syptak thought his pilgrimage was the most challenging, emotional and physical experience of his life, all while carrying 15 kilograms (35 pounds) of baggage on his back. He went to some pretty dark places, addressed some pretty deep scars, and met some extraordinary people along the way, all in effort to ... you know, he still doesn’t quite know. At all. And the most beautiful part: he’s absolutely OK with not knowing.

"It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between." — Diane Ackerman

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 Day 33  Tuesday, November 7, 2017  Walking in the fog for three or more hours, the sun began to set. As night began to surround me, my anxiety awoke. I had no idea where I was, nor how far the next town was. All I could see was 10 meters or less in

Day 33

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Walking in the fog for three or more hours, the sun began to set. As night began to surround me, my anxiety awoke. I had no idea where I was, nor how far the next town was. All I could see was 10 meters or less in front of me. I was wading through my literal darkness mixed with fog. A haze. Anxiety.

— Journal of Jason Syptak

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 Day 42  Friday, November 17, 2017  Making it to Santiago was a triumph, a feat both physical and mental that shall stay with me through life. But even more so, emotionally. I’ve wandered through life always feeling extra sensitive. My body seems to

Day 42

Friday, November 17, 2017

Making it to Santiago was a triumph, a feat both physical and mental that shall stay with me through life. But even more so, emotionally. I’ve wandered through life always feeling extra sensitive. My body seems to have been missing a layer of skin that even baggy clothes can’t cover up or hide to protect me. I’m left vulnerable or with an unbearable tension. Yet the slow, saunters helped me to go inside myself by means of gracefully admiring all around me—the striking views, the satisfying tastes, and the lovely people.

— Journal of Jason Syptak

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