We live on the Way of St James and we can see pilgrims walking eagerly, or dreamily, on two feet, or on four (with two walking sticks - very fashionable at the moment), some start the Way at an early age (and are happily babbling in their pushchair while their parents wonder why they've left their cosy home to walk under that rain), other have waited almost a century before starting it...
Some knock on the door for some water, for some help or just maybe to talk to natives (which we are not ! We've understood that you need to have at least 3 generations registered at the local church to dare say you belong to this place otherwise, you're just a tourist...)
For this reason, we feel a lot of compassion with them.
Here is a very shy pilgrim who knows what "Slow Tourism" means, we've baptized him 'Slowy'.
Some knock on the door for some water, for some help or just maybe to talk to natives (which we are not ! We've understood that you need to have at least 3 generations registered at the local church to dare say you belong to this place otherwise, you're just a tourist...)
For this reason, we feel a lot of compassion with them.
Here is a very shy pilgrim who knows what "Slow Tourism" means, we've baptized him 'Slowy'.
'Slowy' not liking very much being photographed...
