My journey started in summer of 2016. Around April that year my mum told me about this famous pilgrimage and how people walk across Spain for one entire month, approximately 30 kilometers per day to reach Santiago. I didn’t really think about it that much at the time – the only thought I remember having is that people have crazy ideas, and this one was definitely one of those. I mean walking and walking for hours, what’s the point? As it happened, the following week I watched the movie “The way” and as cheesy as it was, I feel in love. During the following month my mum and I decided that we would go. We did our research (ok, mum did the research), bought gear (fast drying clothes, backpacks, sleeping bags, small towels, water bottles, plasters, medicine…) and plane tickets. FIRST DAY On July 22nd we landed in Barcelona, took the bus to Pamplona and stayed there overnight. The following morning we were on our way to Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port, a charming small town in France where the original route starts. Before you start walking, you need to get your Camino passport so we went into the starting point office, talked with the locals surrounded with people from around the world waiting in line to start their journeys as well. When we finally got our empty passports we took our first step towards the Pyrenees Mountains. That day we were practically alone on the route and had about 25km through the woods to get to our very first Albergue (hostels for pilgrims only) that was in small village named Roncesvalles. The beds were old and squeaky and the guy that came here all the way from Mexico was snoring as loud as farm tractor, but we were so tired that we fell