September 16: Sevilla to Guillena, 22km. Only
985 km to go!
The first time I went to Germany I could hardly
wait to sneeze. Guzuenthiet! Instead, when I sneezed someone said 'bless you!'.
Still nice but...
I've read about the tradition of people calling
out 'Buen Camino' and could hardly wait for our first 'blessing' of our
journey. It just wouldn't be the same if someone said 'have a good walk'.
We left Sevilla after visiting mass at the
Giraldi Cathedral. Felt oddly symbolic that we stood at the back, outside the
door, peering in, and then left after a few minutes.
We crossed the Triana bridge and made our way
towards Camas when it happened. A man passing by waved and called 'Buen
Camino'. I could have stopped walking right then!
After getting slightly lost In Camas, an elderly
man set us in the right direction, where upon we got lost again. We were
rescued by another elderly man, who then walked behind us for a few blocks.
After correcting our direction once more he must have been satisfied that we
would be okay (or maybe he thought we were hopeless?) and we were on our own.
Several times just when we were sure we were
again lost we would see a yellow arrow, on a fence, a light pole, a large rock.
A few more times as people would call out 'buen Camino' we would also know we
were walking the right path.
As I walked along a dusty road in the intense
heat, I found myself thinking about how, in life, we can make choices that we
hope are right and signs will come that confirm or correct the path we have
taken...counsel from a friend, teacher, family member or stranger, something
you read. A feeling or intuition. Sometimes a yellow arrow.
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