Dear Caminoheads,
Who are we?
Phil thought about that exactly today, 7 years ago:
Enjoy, but mostly think…
Love,
Cris
October 12, 2014 – Caminoheads?
What the heck is a Caminohead anyway? Good question, let’s work on that. Maybe I need to back up and give you a little history of my thinking. Within the last year I heard a quote in Spanish that went, “The Camino is a drug, it will hook you.” And that entered my thinking and started roaming around.
Then one day about six months ago, back before Spain, I needed a name for this blog and a few things came together to gel and form Caminoheads. One obviously is the druggy sort of connection. There are potheads and all sorts of heads, so why not … The other component, you are going to laugh at this one, is cheese. There is a brand of string cheese (mozzarella) that we started buying to put in the kids lunches when they were in school.
There is a little Cheesehead guy on the wrapper that looks like he is the more energetic brother of the GoDaddy guy. He’s got a crazy smile and crazy string cheese hair. So the addictive notion of the Camino combined in my right brain with this guy and the result was, well, you guessed it.
I think that we could continue this thread tomorrow. I want to try and hammer out a definition of Caminohead but for now the sun is out and maybe I could get some tractoring in. Thanks for being here. You guys are the bestest, love, Phil.
Proud to be a Caminohead. This repost begs the question, just what is a String Cheese Incident? And would a Head cheese lover be a Head Cheesehead or simply a Headhead? I don’t need to know these things but these contemplative autumn afternoons have me hankering for idle knowledge.
Thank you Cris, for including some of Phil’s lovely and funny meandering thoughts. And, of course, the famous photo of ‘the night we were noisier than the Italians!’ As you can see, it was still daylight then but several hours later the whole table was covered with wine bottles and we were singing and shouting. Tiny Angela Tran, who took the photo, surprised us all by singing ‘Hotel California’ in a deep contralto voice. We thought we had figured out who we were, but there was so much more to come.
Thanks, Cris, for this lovely tribute! I have felt as well both joy and sadness. Phil taught us how to love and how to die. I am so grateful to have met him.
Thanks so much, Cris, for this lovely tribute. I am so grateful for Phil and grateful that I had the chance to meet him. He taught us how to live and how to die with faith and courage and hope.