The “Santiago ache”—a longing often felt by Camino pilgrims—affected me as well. The call of the road was impossible to ignore. The scent of the wind on the Camino, the laughter and tears shared while walking through days of endless rain—these memories, along with countless emotions and those deep moments of introspection, stayed with me. I had no choice but to embark again.

Six years ago, my journey on the Camino de Santiago became a pivotal experience in my life. I encountered remarkable people, immersed myself in breathtaking landscapes, and gained invaluable memories. Even now, hearing words like “Santiago” or “Camino” makes my heart race and fills me with inexplicable joy. Answering the road’s call was instinctive, and every now and then, that path beckons me once more. The promise I made to myself during the pilgrimage feels closer each day, urging me to respond once more. As I recall the journey and its profound invitation, I prepare myself to embark on it again.

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