Day one or two, I'm not sure when I officially started...

(This was meant to be published yesterday)

Today I said good bye to my dear parents, my mum couldn't help herself. She cried , she does that a lot, but I couldn't help myself either, soon my tears started flowing too. 

There is something so sad about saying good bye to my parents,  maybe now I realise more and more that our time together is finite and that's what makes every experience all the more touching and wonderful. They set me on the path and now I feel less nervous and lost than four days ago before I started doing this whole thing. Metaphorically I guess you could say this walk is like my life and my parents did the best they could in preparing me, consoling my fears, providing me with love and support, but now it's time for me to walk alone. I wouldn't learn if I didn't do such a thing you see. 

Many people have walked this before, I am not the first and nor do I think I will be the last. What's beautiful about it all is that people keep returning to do this, again and again, like a cross generational human ritual. In a way it poses some interesting insight to the way human beings work, maybe, how life might even work? We keep returning to the same things, the same paths, the same journeys, but we all have to do them, it's some form of affirmation of us as human beings, a reminder that for this brief moment, I am alive, and I'll be dammed if I don't show it by being sore down to my bones. So yes, this is my little moment to remind myself that Coltrane McDowell is alive, he has two A class parents that have set him on a splendid course through his life, and now it's time for him to go alone. To smile at the beautiful sunny day (it is going to be a good one today), and to walk and keep walking, and eventually, I don't know, we shall see when I get there, or maybe I never do and this is some form of perpetual walk, a perpetual destination. This journey doesn't end at the end of Spain, it keeps going...

Anyhow, I will retract myself from the deep end of thought and concentrate on the bus I need to take in 20 minutes. I am going through the fragments of Spanish I need to conjure up and rebate if someone speaks to me. It's a game of chess and I am preparing my idiomatic moves, be prepared spainiards, I shall be one of you soon! 

All the best to anyone reading this, and dear mum and dad, I love you. 

-Coltrane