Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity.
– John Muir
On of the things we did one Sunday morning this summer, after spending a few hours paddle surfing, was that we went to church. We went to a mass in a small fisherman style church in Sancti Petri. Surprisingly, it was fun.
The local priest, who was supposed to be on holiday but held the mass anyway, was very good humoured. It seemed that he along with a lot of the locals had done the Road to Santiago pilgrimage together that year. He picked one person from each age group to tell us about their experience doing the pilgrimage. An about 8 year old boy, a teenage girl, a guy in his twenties, a lady about my age, and so on. Nobody was shy about taking the microphone and talking about their journey. The younger people said it was like an adventure, whilst the more higher up in age group, the more philosophical they would get.
The lady that was about my age reflected on how just how consumeristic we tend to get in our daily lives without realising it. Doing a pilgrimage with just the contents of a backpack makes you realise just how many useless things you tend to accumulate at home. And just how too many things you have. And just how tied up in consumerism we all tend to get without even realising it.
I totally felt identified with her words. For a born in the Borneo girl like me, I love summer, I love living in nothing but my fraying shorts, top and flip-flops. Plus my camera too. Every summer when we go on holiday and leave the city, we feel that we have been over-civilized, we need nature and wildness. We have a need to let go of the so much materialism we were living on, let go of mass consumer noise, of propaganda, of urgent emails. We wonder why in the city we worry over absurd things. We simply enjoy nature with what little we carry with us.
One afternoon this summer, we went on one of those magical trips through nature. We were going to another White Village called Grazalema, and we decided to take an even longer route than the long road to get there, just so that we could enjoy the sights. Everything that day was beautiful. I took about a zillion photos. Some of these photos were taken when we’d stop for a short trek. Other photos were directly taken from the moving car.