Dear Caminoheads,

All I am going to say is that today I had the most amazing conversation of the year.

And I will leave you with this song of Jorge Drexler, this Uruguayan singer and poet -who I hope all of you have given a chance to listen already! This song speaks so much of what this conversation was about, but also about what we might be doing “here”.

I'm here
on the way
I am a passenger
I don't want to take anything
nor use the world as an ashtray
I'm here without a name
And without knowing my whereabouts
I just have been given accommodation
In the oldest of the nurseries
If I would like to go back
I would no longer know to where
I ask the gardener 
and the gardener does not respond to me
There are people who belong to a certain place
That's not my case
I'm here
on the way
Does the sea move the moon
Or does the moon move the tides?
Are we born who we are
Or are we who we make ourselves into? 
I am here, perplexed
I'm just all ears
If I am lucky enough, 
I will be here for three billion of my heartbeats
If I would like to go back 
I would no longer know to when
The gardener himself must be wondering
There are people who belong to a certain place
That's not my case 
I'm here 
on the way

"Tres mil millones de latidos" by Jorge Drexler (my very rough translation)

Give it a chance, love

Cris