From the moment I discovered an ancient pilgrimage path in Spain in June last year, the attraction of walking hundreds of kilometres towards an assured destination grew on me daily. My eagerness to go on a month-long journey on foot across the steep slopes, lush valleys and forests of the Pyrenees, and through countless small towns and villages, was part of a subconscious quest to find depth and meaning in my life. At the age of 33, I was approaching – prematurely, perhaps – what seemed to be a mid-life crisis.
'TRAVEL is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living,' wrote Miriam Beard. Life in Quebec is now my teacher, pointing out my knowledge gaps and honing my ideas of living - be it language, culture, life-skills, or the environment.
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Hey Denise! Its Thomas the photographer!! I'm so glad I found you. I've got some pictures for you -- also I'm trying to find Richard Aubut (i think is his last name), the guy with the white hair that played guitar - i've got a bunch of photos of him to send, if you have his email let me know. I did a google search for Richard and thats how I found your blog. Anyway I hope you're doing well, send me an email and I'll send you a few photos. Take care!
Thomas.