So Many Places...
- linda laroche
- Sep 18
- 3 min read
Updated: Sep 18
Choosing a destination felt nearly impossible—each possibility called to me with irresistible promise. The hills and ancient mysteries of the south of France beckoned me to trace the Cathars’ spiritual route. Andalusia’s rich, storied past offered a tapestry of cultures and beauty. Istanbul’s exotic energy and the chance to stand at Rumi’s grave seemed unforgettable, while Thailand promised spiritual renewal among its revered shrines and temples. And then there was Japan, whose artistry and elegant simplicity whispered a journey into the heart of beauty.
More than anything, I longed to escape the relentless concrete, the constant noise, the oppressive, suffocating heat I so deeply dread, and the uninspired sprawl of endless suburban monotony.
I settled on a combination of city, which would give me art, beach, which would bring enjoyment, and nature, which would give me a contemplative spiritual moment. The journey would include a fair number of trains, buses, and planes.
As a confessed Francophile, I’ve had my fair share of adventures through France, and my beloved Paris, which, by the way, is lovely, but chaotic and dirty.
Still, I cannot help but escape to Europe again and again, with so many Astro cartography lines running through it (along with Asia and Africa, but not in North America!) So each time I discover a new city to add to my list.
The itinerary began with a city renowned for its food and wine, which is never my goal and feels banal. Bordeaux, nicknamed Sleeping Beauty, is small and easy on the eyes, like a mini Paris.
Its beauty has been awakened following a massive restoration, making it compact and easy to get around in.
Next, San Sebastián, locally called Donostia, is a lively coastal city along the Camino del Norte. It’s a unique blend of Basque-rooted traditions and modern elegance. Its Belle Époque architecture and outstanding cultural scene give it a captivating feel.
La Concha Beach is stunning and is in the city center. The expansive, sandy shoreline is framed by graceful architecture and lush gardens. The sheltered bay creates calm waters, perfect for swimming and sunbathing.
Last was Santiago de Compostela, which I found to be magical. Perhaps it’s because Galicia is where my mother’s family originated from, so I went back home. I was in my element.
The old town is filled with tourists, but the Camino itself is a completely personal experience you can enjoy, no matter your age, fitness level, or any other factor.
I went from Santa Eulalia de Arca, which is the Camino Frances final stretch to Santiago, walking 20.2 kilometers or 12.5 miles.
This is more than the distance I’m used to walking, but manageable. I wanted to walk El Camino Ingles but encountered rain, and recalling how my 2010 trip to Barcelona rained 7 out of the 8 days and my deadly cold, I cut out this walk and instead took a car ride with my companions to Finisterre Way, at the edge of the Atlantic, also known as the end of the world in ancient times.
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The overall experience was one of camaraderie, an opportunity to make friends and have meaningful chats with people from all over the world, serving as a reminder of how small and simple things, such as acts of kindness, bring enjoyment to our lives. And I encountered my share of Earth Angels. Isn’t that what travel is supposed to do? To reconnect us with the human experience and enrich and broaden our minds.
What a delightful way to refresh and renew. Sounds like you had a grand time! And, the photo of you was so lovely to see.