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  • There are still twenty minutes left before the alarm clock will sound. It's early but I feel wide awake. I can hear the sound of a sleeping bag unzipping and the hasty stuffing of items into a rucksack. I look below me to Y. She signals that she too is awake and without a word we both get up and begin preparing to leave. We try our best to keep the beam of our small torches focused on the task at hand. Some bunks in the dorm are already vacant. Most of them are still occupied and the sound of slumber is still predominant in the room.

    A quick wash, brushing of teeth and last check to see if we have left anything and then we're off, out of the albergue and searching for the first sign which orientates us westwards, towards Santiago. Both of us wonder how long will we will walk before we come across the first available opportunity to have a coffee and some sort of breakfast.

    We walk through a wooded area at the outside of the town and see mist lifting off of the abundant ferns which surround the trees. The first rays of sun spread over us and it feels so good to be here and now. For almost two weeks we have woken up every day with only one objective ahead of us. To walk the camino until the next albergue, and get a bit closer every day to completing the path.

    Several months later, amidst the routine grind and strife of working I frequently look back at these memories of us being on the camino and I understand perfectly why people return to it and repeat it.

    I'm quite sure we will.
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