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Sounds of the Camino

You are probably all dying to know what I listened to while trekking through Spain.


Well, I didn't actually listen to my iPod while walking. Not even once! It wasn't intentional (until the last three days), but I'm glad it panned out that way.

Walking time was for thinking or talking or counting steps in my head. Sometimes I found myself humming songs in time to our rhythmic steps... Most frequently, Pachelbel's Canon or Come Thou Fount. (It is so easy to fall in step. I like that feeling of being perfectly paced together.) 


On trains, during the occasional nap, and to block out the sounds of a shared room at night, I had a playlist of favourites, and listened to a lot of Hey Rosetta! Their song "Bandages" is now linked to this adventure for the rest of my life (dramatic, much!?).


In the last week of walking, I returned to Foxy Shazam - last summer's surprise discovery. Perfectly upbeat and gritty and good for my ears and my heart. This song was my theme on more than one hill.


And courtesy of Kirsten, these two songs will also remind me forever of August 2011:
Cut Copy - "Out There On The Ice"


Fleet Foxes - "Ragged Wood"

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Kirsten said…
"if that what it takes then don't let it tear us apart, even if it breaks your heart" OR "you should come back home, back on your own now"

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