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![]() ![]() ![]() Here’s the fun part, though: It is super Spanish. So, I maybe should have done some more research about the origins of my tattoo rather than taking a friendly suggestion as absolute fact… Caminante no hay caminoĭonde hoy los bosques se visten de espinos My teacher brought in the entire poem for me, and everyone else, to read in class. Very nice.” I was vaguely aware that there was a song by a Spanish singer that had the phrase in it but didn’t really know what she was talking about.įlash forward a week. As soon as my teacher finishes reading, she exclaims, “Oh, it’s from the poem by Antonio Machado! That’s super Spanish. I’m in Spanish class, attempting to show everyone the ink on my ribs. I read parts of it while in Buenos Aires, so after a few months of thinking about the particular sentence, I decided that it represented so many things that are/were important to me, that I might as well tattoo it on myself!īack to two weeks ago. Supposedly it was from El gaucho Martín Fierro, which is like the unofficial national book of Argentina. I didn’t find the phrase on my own José came across it and said that he thought it described my outlook on life. It is a well-used and well-loved path, frequented regularly by the locals and tourists alike.Īlthough I still love the spirit of the Machado poem in life, when it comes to walking, I think I prefer some form of clear signpost.“Caminante no hay camino, se hace camino al andar.” = Traveler, there is no path the path is made upon walking. There, the path has been lovingly laid out, made safe, equipped with little walkway bridges and clearly signposted. Still, as it turned out the unexpected path did offer rewards in this case a beautiful, hidden cove with crystal clear water and majestic white cliffs.Ī complete contrast was our walk to the “cejo de los Enamorados” in Lorca. Re-examining it later, I wonder how we could have missed the blue cross, indicating that this was not the route, but my eyes were drawn to the arrow, and then the paths in the distance. Unfortunately, we followed the red arrow instead of the official path. Helpful walkers have done their best to help out fellow ramblers by drawing arrows. Consequently, you may well find yourself in the situation we found ourselves in, wondering which of the “caminos” you should take. You can find them on Unfortunately, I also read that only one of these 16 walks is clearly marked on the ground. I read recently that Almería are promoting 16 senderos in an effort to attract active tourism to the area. Another challenge ahead! We have had some success printing out the maps in OpenStreetMap format, and perhaps in time we will perfect it. I download them, but can’t work out how to access them and use them. I have recently discovered Wikiloc, which has excellent walks, and tried to download them, with little success, to my Garmin SatNav. In particular, it seems that the region around Lorca falls off many of the published maps into a kind of no-man’s land between Andalucía and the Murcia/Valencia regions. However, we cannot find maps that are the equivalent of our Ordenance Survey maps. We do now have a wonderful collection of Senderos, published by the Junta de Andalucia. Trying to find these maps here in Spain, though, is not easy. Of course, this is sensible when you are walking in unknown territory, particularly mountainous, where getting lost could be downright dangerous. He likes to have maps and plans a plenty, before we set out, then to consult them regularly along the way. However, when it comes to walking with Phil, this plan does not work out. I love the idea that we make our own way through life, without maps and predefined plans, making mistakes along the way. Under Creative Commons License: Attribution Non-Commercial No Derivatives One of my favourite poems is the Antonio Manchado poem, XXIX: In hunting through the books I have here, as opposed to in the UK, I came across an worn anthology, in which I rediscovered some beloved old friends. The 22nd February 2014 was the 75th anniversary of the death of the poet, Antonio Machado.
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