Unpacking My Camino

It's hard to believe that I have been back from the Camino for seven weeks now and I have been told that the real Camino begins when you return home.  It's hard to process such an experience.  Days upon days of walking sometimes completely alone, up and down mountains, through villages and towns, where the beauty of the countryside can take your breath away.  Trusting that, especially when you are completely exhausted there will be a bed and a meal at the end of it.  Traveling with only the basic essentials to get you through.  Sleeping in hostels with strangers and not always speaking their language.  Stepping outside one's comfort zone doesn't even come close to describing the process, so it's hardly surprising that on my return it felt as if I was in another world for quite a while.  I suppose in a way I was.  I watched myself slip back into old patterns of behaviour probably because I was too exhausted, euphoric or too zen to do otherwise but slowly I am unraveling IT and the upper case IT is no mistake.  I realise that walking the Camino was big and I start to see that by applying some of the lessons I learned there, maybe, just maybe I can make some sense of this strange call that I somehow responded to.  Someone said to me, the Camino chooses you and if that's true then what do I do with that?  When I unpack my Camino I find gratitude, peace, love, community and much more, so maybe it really is true, my Camino is only just beginning.