Maybe you are curious what happened to all of us. For me, the Camino changed many things, and I am writing this from Munich, mourning the fact that I can not walk it this year, due to SARS-2. In August, I’ll be flying back to Cyprus, my new home for at least another two years, learning more, becoming more of a medic.
I am still in contact with Inga. We met a few times, but the Camino is the Camino and work is work, and outside of campfires, bedbugs, and dust, reality quickly overtook the dreamy aspects of our voyage. We still dream of it, her as much as me, she tells me, and we both consider this trek the greatest thing to have happened to us in all possible universes.
She happily remarried last year. Eva and I were her best Pilgrims in lieu of a maid of honor, and her husband announced us as “my wife’s Camino Husband and Wife” at their wedding.
Eva really did open an albergue along the Camino. No, I won’t tell you where, but it’s not the Frances. SARS-2 is hurting her business especially, her just having opened a year ago, but she figures she’ll pull trough. I met her on my last Way, staying a week and spending more time telling each other stories we’d both experienced together, than I thought possible.
Rainer passed away weeks after returning to Germany. His daughter emailed me after finding my info in her fathers’ handwritten notes, letting me know. I visited his grave and left my Concha there, he might need it on his eternal Camino.
The Swiss married and live in France, now.
Alyssa finally did find love on the Camino: love for herself. She’s writing a book about it and has become an Instagram Travel Influencer with more than a quarter million followers.
Ginny finished her 3000km Camino with us, went home, quit her job, and paddled the river Rhine from source to North Sea. We’ve become good friends and meet often, she walked the Franconian Way of St. James with me, and sends me postcards and pictures wherever she goes. She’s currently walking the Appalachian Trail, writing a book about her experiences.
And Lilly? Lilly did return to Sweden a year later, had a long chat with Inga, the two found some level of cordial acquaintanceship, she even was at the wedding where, late at night and after a good amount of drink, she apologized to me. She’s working as a personal fixer for celebrities and as a concierge assistant to the rich and famous.
I met Victor a few more times, he still has his horses, but he doesn’t plan on installing zip lines anymore. Ian from South Africa seems to have lost the Abbey, but still lives in Pamplona.