Final Thoughts:
Through these blogs I kinda realized that I am passionate about people. I have always been curious about the way people act and why. Since I was young my parents stressed the importance of travel. For the longest time we lived in a cozy modest home but we always traveled when we could. By the age of 10 I had been to at least 5 different countries. I thought i wanted to be an anthropologist because I am interested in the human footprint. I loved going to archaeological sites like Pompeii and Herculano. Even now I am mind blown by the remains. But I enjoy a response, interaction and complexity of two different people exchanging ideas through conversation. Many things have birthed my interest in people.
I am a middle-class bilingual Hispanic from the Midwest, not quite comfortable in any of these identities. I am also a “medio gringo” – a term that my father uses to refer to U.S. Hispanics who have assimilated, linguistically and culturally, and “grown distant” from a homeland, though strictly speaking was never ours. I am not an immigrant. My family has moved from Colombia to Florida, West Virginia, Pennsylvania, and Tennessee, following different jobs until settling in northern Indiana. I speak Spanish with my parents and English with my brothers. I am a Hispanic Pittsburgian-Nashvillian-Hoosier living in South Bend, right in the middle of “Gringoland.” This “In-between-ness”—just as my belonging to an immigrant family—has been strength in my life: it has trained me to embrace change and challenges. I believe this has something to do with my interest in people and things that are complex.
Two summers ago I walk 500+ miles with my family on the Camino De Santiago in northern Spain. It was damn hard but I loved every second of it. I met so many people and I felt like I had accomplished something grand. I think this also developed my interest in people and culture. I met people all over the world and we shared a common interest. Pretty cool huh?
I found a pretty an interesting perspective on the Camino from someone who has good and bad things too say about it (although I only have good things). It came from: http://francistapon.com/Travels/Spain-Trails/10-Reasons-Why-El-Camino-Santiago-Sucks
10 benefits of El Camino de Santiago
- You can take a shower and sleep in a bed every day for just $5/day.
- You don’t need to carry any food because you’ll have access to cooked restaurant meals every few hours.
- You don’t even need to carry water! You cross a piped water about every 45 minutes. You won’t need to purify it either.
- No need to carry your trash with you for days since you’ll pass a trash can about every 10 minutes.
- As a result of all this, your backpack could be as light as 1 kg (2.2 pounds). To compare, my ultralight backpack on the CDT weighed 3 kg. However, many pilgrims prefer to lug around all sorts of luxuries and end up with heavy backpacks of 10 kg (22 pounds) or more.
- You don’t need a map or navigation skills because the route is well marked.
- The wide path lets you walk side-by-side with your companion(s), making for easy conversation.
- You’ll never have to bushwhack.
- You’ll never have to hitchhike to resupply.
- It’s flat, easy hiking nearly everywhere, with occasional gentle climbs/descents. It is graded for cars/bikes (which is even easier than equestrian trails.)
10 reasons why El Camino de Santiago sucks
- Only about 1% of El Camino is a narrow (1-meter wide) dirt trail; 99% is a road (either a dirt road, 2-track road, paved road with little traffic, or a busy highway). It’s almost never a narrow footpath where pilgrims are forced to walk in a single file.
- About half the time you’re on a paved road or on a dirt path right next to a paved road. Some of the paved roads have little traffic, but others are quite busy.
- Because you’re on a paved road so often, by the end of the day your feet may feel like they’ve been put through a meat tenderizer. Although I’ve hiked over 65 km in one day in steep mountains, I found it harder to do 65 km in one day on the flat Camino. My feet just ached too much from all paved roads.
- About 95% of the time, car traffic is within earshot. El Camino often gives you the illusion that cars aren’t near because you sometimes can’t see the nearby paved road which may have infrequent traffic. However, it takes just one car to remind you that there is indeed a road nearby.
- Amenities distract from any spiritual mission you may have. With endless bars, restaurants, hotels, vending machines, tour groups, you’re hardly removed from the “real world.” This defeats much of the purpose of living primitively in a search for a deeper meaning or understanding of life. On the other hand, it’s nice to have easy access to ice cream.
- The scenery is monotonous. It’s endless pastoral farmland everywhere you look. Far in the horizon, you might glimpse some real mountains. The most photogenic places are the towns and villages; since you can drive (or bike) to all of them, there’s no practical need to walk between them.
- It’s a skin cancer magnet. Infrequent trees means that a brutal sun is hammering you most of the day. In the summer, it’s hard to tolerate.
- Unfriendly commercialism. El Camino has become a big business, where the locals are sometimes unfriendly and seem to just care about getting your money.
- It’s a cacophony of sounds. Rumbling 18-wheel trucks, ear-splitting motorcycles, angry barking dogs, blaring music from cafes, honking horns, and ringing cell phones. El Camino assaults your eardrums. At least, there were no jack-hammers. Oh, wait. I walked by one of those too.
- It’s hard to take a piss. There’s little privacy. Cars and pilgrims are constantly passing you by. After 3 p.m. most pilgrims retire to their albergues (huts) and you’ll get more privacy to do your business. Nevertheless, at 7 p.m. one jogger still managed to catch me with my pants down.
When I came to Penn State I thought I wanted to be an anthropologist but I realized that I think I want to be in Hospitality. I loved to travel and I love people. I would like to make someone’s trip worthwhile just like many hospice’s I stayed at did. Many of the places we stayed were free or donation and included a meal. I mean that is pretty cool. That is the essence of hospitality. Making someone feel like they are home when they are many miles away.