Losing Memories Sucks
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.
This sucks.
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!
Do you remember how I lost my diary down the nile river. That sucked big time.
Heh, I remeber watching it in slow motion slide down the side of the cusion, through the keel hole and going:
*plop*
That was so tragic. Traveling around there we were pretty light, the only souvieneers we had were our diaries and our photos. Now I know exactly how it feels losing your diary. Anger and frustration at knowing you will never fully remember that part of the trip.
At least we still have some pretty cool photos though.
Hi,
I am just writing to ask if you will add a link from your site to my Camino site http://www.caminodesantiago.me.uk
Thanks
Leslie Gilmour.
I lost my travel diary too, But I remember where it was. It was about 10km behind me, in one beautifull church. One kind woman from hostel go back with car and bring it back,. It was full of stamp prints, but I got it back and I am so happy. I also write short diary from my Camino, but it is only in Slovenian language. Have a nice day.
http://www.nagaju.com/walk/index.php?event=3