My inability to write for the last six months is perhaps the most revealing indication of my daily struggle with adjusting to day-to-day life in Santiago de Compostela (or more accurately Brión, the teenytiny town located about 15 minutes outside of Santiago that I live in). Santiago 24-hours a day is very different from Santiago for 24 hours. This beautiful place that I walked towards for weeks in 2010 with hope and inspiration is now a place defined for me by emotions that are many times the opposite.
While I now call Santiago home for one for one of the only two reasons you would move halfway across the globe for (my reason is a once in a lifetime opportunity at love and the other would be that once in a lifetime job hehe), I still live in fear of losing my zest … and my quest for knowledge and adventure in this place that is ironically doubtful of the outside – outside thought and outside people.
Amidst that fear, I haven’t know what to write. My book is on pause as it got ‘too personal’ and the blog, an extension of that work, fell victim to the same. But then I got the itch. The kind of itch that captured a specific combination of restlessness and agitation … agitation with small things like why no one here seems to care about the Olympics (another topic) and big things like why no one here seems to have any social responsibility for their neighbor. Volunteering? Not a term used here frequently which is something that tangibly saddens me especially when those of us who arrived here walking are inspired by the theme of Love (and Help) Thy Neighbor.
So, while I continue to be a self-proclaimed (and proclaimed by many others) Non Walker, this six-month moment of reflection has led to a renewed energy and sense of purpose as I have two distinct options living on this side of the pond … to stimulate or to survive. While http://www.survivingspain.com was my first thought as to my new ‘blog brand’, as a believer of manifestation I quickly realized if I entitled myself as ‘surviving’ I would be sentencing myself to hovering at that level of existense … survival … something I have never settled for.
Enter Go Daddy. And the biggest smile I’ve given my computer screen in a time … Stimulating Spain! Domain available. Back in business … STIMULATION. The perfect title of a new chapter defined by being inspired by what I miss and focused on what I want to give … not only to the Spaniards I am surrounded by but also to those seeking to make their journey to the tomb of St. James and our beautiful cathedral as I share some of my best-kept secrets of Santiago.
So, here we go again … my figurative hiking boots are back on and I hope on days where I feel isolated from ‘the way’ and its magical fok that I can stir up a little stimulation for you and for myself.
Now … back to the Black Face (yes I said Black Face) JazzMan playing behind me now in Plaza Obradoiro who is looking at me confused because I am looking at him confused … lots of commentary to come …