Day 1. 30km. 7 hours. Sweat, blisters, aching muscles, sweeping vistas, wind-pounded trails. Beauty, pure and unrefined.
Our trek began under the cover of a dark sky yet unbroken by dawn. We left the cozy and quiet town of St. Jean-Pied-de-Port just after 6am and hit the trail, a trail well-worn by pilgrims throughout the centuries. Catching glimpses of other travellers, my excitement began to build. The Way has been walked by millions; people from every corner of the earth, every race, every religion, have found their way to its winding embrace. I was now one of those people. And even if I said not a word to anyone else as I made my way toward Santiago, there was a connection between us all. We were pilgrims, now. And forever.