When I walked the Camino de Santiago across Northern Spain in 2000 I kept a small travel diary. I can’t remember what I wrote, but it was normally quite funny, and a good spark for the memories I might have forgotten.
I have lost it.
I have a whole bunch of Camino photos waiting to be published, on the assumption I would tie each photo with a quote out of my diary for that day. But I can’t find the diary.
Now that I know that I have lost it, I pine for the memories that it contained within. Because I defintly can’t remember what I did in the middle of some country village in Northern spain 6 years ago (can you?)
Also, the diary was one of those things you kept finding in your house in some weird place. You think to yourself:
“Hmm, I really should put that with all the other stuff, in a safe place”.
But you don’t. And now that I want it, need it, I can’t find the stupid bugger.
On the flip side, going through my house looking for it I have found my compostella, my stamp book, 5 books on the Camino, 6 camino maps, Geraldine’s Camino Diary, my Middle East travel Diary, my America travel Diary, a survival handbook, and a world map I have been meaning to put up in the study.
But I don’t want any of that stuff, I want my camino diary!
Losing memories SUCKs!