Poetry for the Camino

We now have poetry to contemplate as we depart Leon and its glorious churches for the climactic stages of our journey. Courtesy of friend Vielka, we think this wisdom was written for us, the wanderlust-driven; those who look ever for the new horizon and the distant shore for all our years, however long or short they may be...

The natural end of this journey is not Santiago, but Finisterre, Land's End, where perhaps we too will 'wake upon the sea...'

“Wanderer, your footsteps are
the road, and nothing more;
wanderer, there is no road,
the road is made by walking.
By walking one makes the road,
and upon glancing behind
one sees the path
that never will be trod again.
Wanderer, there is no road—
Only wakes upon the sea.”

from "Proverbios y cantares" in Campos de Castilla. 1912
Poems of Antonio Machado