On May 17, 2009, I was on my way through the mountains that take us into Manjaris on the Camino Frances.
The mountains were bathed in heather and other spring blossoms.
On this beautiful day, on this breathtakingly beautiful way
I saw a man standing on the path. He stood so still
I feared there might be an injury.
As I approached him, I saw that he was crying.
Slowly he turned to me and whispered as he sighed
"This place is so beautiful, I think that I have died."
The mountains were bathed in heather and other spring blossoms.
On this beautiful day, on this breathtakingly beautiful way
I saw a man standing on the path. He stood so still
I feared there might be an injury.
As I approached him, I saw that he was crying.
Slowly he turned to me and whispered as he sighed
"This place is so beautiful, I think that I have died."
I could never have prepared for the beauty I found so often on the Camino Frances.
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