You cannot explain it, you just have to feel it: the Camino is calling. This unique, awakening, inviting feeling kept coming, and wouldn’t let me rest. I felt that I had to do it, even though it was irrational: long holiday, relative discomfort, enormous effort. There was no reason for walking in nomadic conditions in a foreign country for thirty-some days! It was only the feeling that would not let me rest until I set out on my journey. The Camino calls. The Way of Saint James calls us. And we are going, sooner or later. We are on the road.
