For all the certainty I feel about my call to walk the Camino in reverse, it feels strange not to be walking toward something. Saint Jean Pied de Port is a lovely Basque town, but it lacks Santiago’s saint and the epic coastline of Fistera and Muxia.
If I were European doing this trip, I might literally be walking home. Though few modern pilgrims do, ancient peregrinos left a cozy bed—and voila!—their pilgrimage began. All they did was step out the front door and go to their closest cathedral, where pilgrims united with guards in tow. Once the whole band walked to Santiago, they turned around and walked home again. The closest I can come to simulating that experience is to return to the beginning of my original journey (SJPP) and hope to get a bed at the albergue where I spent my first night.
In reality, my walk is not a return to a location, but to a place within. To walk the Camino backwards and arrive in the Pyreneen foothills is to revisit who I was on April 18, 2013. It is an practice in noticing how the Camino has changed me and how I’ve used the experience to grow in the time since.
Oh, I was so adorably naive!
That day, I was so tired and jetlagged when I arrived—and so clueless. Where do I go? Why is the pilgrim office so far from the train station? Did they really have to put everything at the top of a hill? Why do the welcome center volunteers seem so gruff?
That newly-arrived pilgrim was so eager to have other people like her. So willing to put her own needs in second place to get along. There was no way this journey wouldn’t change her, make her more resilient, but it would have to break her first. It would have to challenge her so profoundly, that her old ways of being would break under the weight of their ineffectiveness.
Pretending nothing was wrong would stop working when her feet hurt so badly, she could barely walk. And later when she got a fever and an ear infection. Denial stopped working. Her body’s needs forced her to wake up and take action.
The pattern of trying to get other people’s approval would break when she repeatedly ignored her own needs to keep her Camino family together. Then, when they were all gone, she would face loneliness head on and discover what it would teach her.
Pushing down her emotions would stop working when she experienced a profound and magnetic attraction to another pilgrim. The feelings couldn’t be banished. This unfamiliar situation would push her to the edge.
At the beginning, I had no idea how the Camino would test me. Maybe it’s better I didn’t, but I’m glad angels showed up.
On that first day in Saint Jean Pied de Port, I met a man who told us how he left his wife and four children for a Camino romance. Even now, I marvel at how irrationally angry I felt about his story. (Chicken shit, I believe, were my inner words of choice. Not a very nice thing to call an angel.)
As I sat in judgment of him, I was blissfully unaware. I couldn’t have known I would meet someone who’d take my breath away 500 miles from that very place. I would face the very same dilemma.
Now, having lived that dilemma, I understand how human it is to want the more exciting path over the harder one. I’d been emotionally absent in my own marriage long before I left for the Camino. When I returned home, I faced a decision: to be as open with my wife as I’d been with Meg—or leave. There were really no other alternatives.
Would I have chosen the same if that Camino angel hadn’t crossed my path and given me fair warning? Had I not been so furious at his choice, would I have been as informed about making my own? In the end, I opted for integrating the Camino’s lessons. I chose to transform myself and re-choose my marriage with an undivided heart. That’s not the right choice for everyone, but for me, it was a path toward wholeness, of living an undivided life.
The power of intention
As I arrived in Saint Jean Pied de Port, I didn’t know any of this awaited me. My stated hope had been “to be changed” by the Camino, and I was. Or, more accurately, the Camino shaped me. And then I used the experience to change my life.
Looking ahead, retracing my steps will give me time to consider the soul-ground I’ve trod the three years since, and invite completion.
At least, that’s my intention for this return trip. Who knows what else it has in store for me?
And for you too…
If you’ve already walked the Camino, reflecting on the journey, its angels, and lessons invites profound spiritual and personal insights. You don’t even have to walk it backwards for this to happen! It’s enough journal, share, reminisce, and connect with others who’ve walked similar paths. What’s important is to make the conscious choice to apply these insights to your life and live them.
The rewards are worth the trip. ❤
6 thoughts on “What will it be like walking backwards to Saint Jean Pied de Port?”
I feel sure this will be as profound for you as the outward journey was. How could it not be? I also sense the arising of a lightness of spirit that you haven’t known before, and a lot of laughter on your backwards journey.
I love the way you write!
Lightness of spirit, indeed! Life is amazing lately, and I have so much to be thankful for. Can’t wait to see what the next one holds. ❤
As always, I love your post. And am better for them. Thank you!
On Mon, Feb 8, 2016 at 8:42 AM, Jens Journey – Camino de Santiago 2013 & 2016 wrote:
> jenniferhofmann posted: “For all the certainty I feel about my call to > walk the Camino in reverse, it feels strange not to be walking toward > something. Saint Jean Pied de Port is a lovely Basque town, but it lacks > Santiago’s saint and the epic coastline of Fistera and Muxia. I” >
I am better for knowing you! ❤
Oh wow, Jennifer, this will be interesting to see how it goes. And, as you know most everyone will be going the other direction. When do you start? My son is walking again beginning the last day of April, but he other direction.
Oh, wow! Then your son and I will be starting at the same time! Perhaps he and I will meet in the middle somewhere. Anything can happen out there on the Way. Please wish him a buen camino for me!