- step by step, with their legs will get you everywhere.
Among all, this sentence pronounced by a fellow traveler, I was impressed. It applies to travelers, hikers, pilgrims. It applies also, and above all, his own life. Rediscover it represents perhaps the most obvious departure, backpackers, usually for goals reached by car or train. So it is that to make two hundred kilometers instead of the usual two hours a week jobs, but with his own powers, to arrive anyway. "However," not "too", because in doing so we will know the road ourselves.
Similarly, stop at the bus station of life, waiting for those who never go out, that times which are impossible or too costly to our finances, We could, instead of waiting, step by step, start to walk down their lives, find out which are not indispensable "trains", "car" or "air". Maybe even that, despite appearances, are not even useful, as delegating to them the trip to the architects of their own lives are relegated to the role of passengers. Walking
thus assumes the dual, forgotten but always known, walk among the streets, fields and forests, and walk through their lives.
the parallel journeys lend themselves better for walking. The hike is a small way, fascinating and challenging but the most exceptional taste, an artificial dimension both in its real sense that in the metaphor of the parallel adopted. The trip is broad, becoming, as it also reminds us literature (text does not speak any more and perhaps a "journey"?), Life itself. Accomplished on foot, it means appreciating every moment, knowing every detail. We will "ground" less miles but they will be so refined and tasty sated better.
Today, you do not need to walk more, travel by foot is a little more than the tradition of pilgrimage. Let's start from there as well, we are pilgrims! Actually - it teaches Dante and I certainly do not oppose him on issues of language - the true pilgrims would be only those to Santiago, and Romeo palmei (like me in the short It's my experience ...) should be called, respectively, those directed to Jerusalem or Rome.
longer useful these distinctions, however, remember that there will be peregrinus - from for - ager (fields), one who does not live in the city, or that makes you stranger - is an existential question first, and most important that a possible (for those who enjoy this "taste "...) religious or spiritual question.
The journey is its own existence, we may face "comfortably" sitting on a coach bus listening to the descriptions of driving to the speed of an airplane with their meals, or in the sweat generated by physical exertion and the sun in front. Who will take along the way will taste the flavors of their own religion, or the wine and meat, poetry, sports or anything else has a path. You can do it alone, in pairs or in groups, will start with friends or meet them along. With each of them discover that share the path will be an opportunity to feel more like, tell their own stories or hear those first years on such occasions, offer recipes for your region along with the nuances of language, compare the life strategies, participate in the food, the smiles and energy.
So we learn, for example, Ernesto, a type known to me only through travel accounts, which for five years lives on the road to Santiago. He lost his job, has taken the path going through it and stayed there up and down for who knows how many times now. Along the way hospitality is free and there is always someone who appreciates the company and shares his food. We could, indeed, call him a "bum" but, even apart from reflecting on this condition, do you want to put people to walk through that welcomes you and shares with you or be in Milan on defending himself barely cold, the beatings and injuries? I keep it as a hint from where life should stop smiling ...
Currently, however, thanks to what is offered me by a wonderful, albeit limited, experience of walking, life smiles at me. After a day's journey through valleys, villages and countryside, thirty kilometers to a crawl, and the sun, wind and rain on your skin, the body is satisfied, the emotions are alive and the head is devoid of any concern. Walking takes place in this one step below the other: in this there is no room for concern.
remains perhaps define the goal, the goal, whether it's the journey of life, Santiago, Rome, Jerusalem, or St. Petersburg, Marrakech, Bolzano, Athens? Who knows? Since travel is learned, however, that the journey is more important than the destination. Why not then use an old Zen saying: "If you do not know where to go, then she begun to walk. "
A warm hug to my fellow travelers, present, past and future.
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