Tales From The Walk Behind Me, No.2 – Marvelling Epics, Cliffside Cornfields To The End of The World.

Pozas De Langre. Cantabria, Spain.
In continuation from: TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.1 – SKIPPING THE UGLY OUT OF LIFE.

The following is Number 2 of 14 in the series of blog posts called “Tales From The Walk Behind Me”. Whew, writing is hard work– err, ugh, maybe formatting is worse. But I will still likely keep pace as I do my best to post one journal entry daily over the coming weeks— ideally.

What is it? It is a series of originally journaled entries through a few of my days —events, experiences, thoughts— along the Camino De Santiago.

This was my second Camino that took place over 26 days through September to October, 2019 that covered 1010+km along the Camino Norte route, including Muxia-Finisterre.

Again, I will give you the bit of wanrnig because it might not be what you expect– my thoughts can be ugly.

The content will vary, and the timelines will be all over the place because my mind loves the run around. You will question my own benevolence as a human being.

on that note, this one is a good one.

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Tales From The Walk Behind Me, No.1 – Skipping The Ugly Out Of Life.

Portugalete. Biscay, Spain.

I love writing.

It’s no secret– well maybe it is — I guess whoever is reading this doesn’t really know me.

Then again, who does?

Shit, my own family doesn’t even know me, and we’re familiarly close!

That said, maybe the series to come will give you some insight into my mind–if you’re interested.

I don’t know, I don’t care because I love writing for the sake of writing!

But, if you do gather something unique from my stories, or at the very least, you look at me like the asshole you don’t want to be like, I’ll still take some credit because an example of ‘what not to be’ is still a good example– HA!

“An example of ‘what not to be’ is still a good example”

G. Kourtesiotis, 2020. — cynical asshole.

Okay, enough!

The following is Number 1 of 14 in the series of blog posts to come called “Tales From The Walk Behind Me” and I will likely be posting one journal entry daily over the coming weeks— ideally.

It is a series of originally journaled entries through a few of my days —events, experiences, thoughts— along the Camino De Santiago.

This was my second Camino that took place over 26 days through September to October, 2019 that covered 1010+km along the Camino Norte route, including Muxia-Finisterre.

It might not be what you expect because my thoughts can be ugly.

The content will vary, and the timelines will be all over the place, and that alone should give you an indication as to the inner workings of my mind–Ha!

In all honesty, you might even question my own benevolence as a human being.

I digress, let’s begin.

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Reflections Of A Camino: 900+ Km On Foot From Southern France To The Western Coast Of Spain. The Trials And Tribulations Of Experience.

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Recently, I undertook the grand excursion to walk the Camino Frances. My journey started in Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port, France and technically ended at the cathedral in Santiago de Compostella, Spain. Realistically, it ended at the airport in Vigo, Spain.

At the end of this journey, I find myself a changed man with a changed perspective I guess walking 900km on foot with a pack will do that to a person. There were literal ups and downs, but to be honest with you– I LOVED EVERY DAMN MINUTE OF ITIt is something I would do again, and it is something I would recommend to ANYONE.

And I really mean ANYONE!

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Memoirs of the Mediterranean

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First Impressions

The city is so much darker than what I am used to. It’s great actually.

There is an over abundance of stimulating blue light EVERYWHERE in Toronto. What with all the LED’s– Hi-Def this, Hi-Def that. Here in Athens it doesn’t seem so. There is a simple dim lighting everywhere. Though the stars aren’t as plentiful as if you were in a more remote area, you can still see the sky with a little bit more– clarity. Clarity might not even be the word for it, as everything just seems closer. Closer, as if it is possible in reaching the moon with a stretching fingertip. Beyond this, the feel of this place is so relaxed, and very open.

There is life– an open, uninhibited life: Continue reading “Memoirs of the Mediterranean”

A Struggling Poem- Do you know what it is to be buried alive?

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Photo by Adrian Moran on Unsplash

Do you know what it is to be buried alive?

To be smothered and smoldered, set on fire to keep you from infesting others.

Do you know what it is to be buried alive?

Isolated from love, simply out of the incapacity to reciprocate it properly.

Do you know what it is to be buried– Alive?

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The wanderlust way- Picking up on the cowards back.

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I keep falling for wanderlust, while encountering souls who are on this journey:

To journey.

And in this journey– To Journey — there is an urge to follow an individually unique path… With reason to this notice:

Synchronicity.

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Through The Fog — The Bridge To Nowhere

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I walked upon a bridge and grasped–

A hand placed left, while the right– the right dangles freely, yet lifeless– Barely grasping the air.

With one foot alongside the other–A glimpse into the prospective path:

Surreal,

Mystical,

Fog,

All three characteristics exist alone, and simultaneously together– the moment within itself. Continue reading “Through The Fog — The Bridge To Nowhere”

A Brief Moment In Delirium– High on Coffee and Sweet, Sweet Jazz!

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THIS IS:

DOCUMENTING HUMAN

The following is a brief example on being human– at least in the most random sense of a moment.

We all experience a whole assortment of thoughts, or collections as we go about our days. Afterall, we are what we think.

To set the scene:

I was about two hours into some computer work at Starbucks. With a good caffeine boost– my own delirium got the best of me.

Behold, Another human! :

Frantic, unorganized, and delirious in thought.

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