我的朝圣之路

In 2013, an A\$\ustrali=an man a few mont+*hs shy o /f turning!#=( 60 decided to walk the Camino de\= Sa_ nti#,a%go – an 800km  ,pilgrimage trail across t.he top of S)pain. He had n@o known religi *o^/!n
, and absolute__ly no idea -+[why he felt s[o deeply c%ompel
l%e#)d to do this tortu?!rou,s $[walk.　　B?+ut compel %led,*  ]he was.　　He co
._mpleted the);[ wa)lk, ([ba$ ttling%  a “tr;iumvi!%[rate of pain”$ - a *kn#\ee t,,.hat he @later di)*scovered lacked any meaningfu!(-l cartilage,)/+ a bliste#$r th)@e sight of w=@hich would= ^ make a grow$!n man weep, and /./%shin-soreness [?tha [t]?
felt;? like his l$;+ower@! :limb had been split with a m ou=^nt+%ai %n axe+: wiel+#de%d by a demented troll.　　A(r$:r [iving at t.
he end of the C/\a
$mino, the majestic cathedr
?al in San+?t_iag$#\o de Co,m@`$postela, he expected $-a=:n= epi;phany ;@– an ans(?%wer (to =t=_he ques\ti:.on h_ e’d been aski ng hi
 m se? lf *eve@%+ry day($:\ Why am I# doin:g t
his?　　But no answer c#ame.　　So( when he got home he wr`,o;te a _=% book, ..ho-
pi*ng the answer would r),eve=#al itself in his scribblings%_. The result was The Way, My Wa(y,* a hu)!mourous and self-`deprecati$.ng )bo.ok that many`^ conside`-r the best memoir ever$
written_ on /: walking the Camino?:.　　T:$``he boo.:
k has no_?w b]^een:* mad\e ?!into a fil @;@m, a=-_(nd it’s an)* extraor!#d `inary% @ account^. o)-f@ a man at a pi ._vot._al point in his life-=, searching ,fo%
r /?%m/%ea
/ni @ng and((: findin*? -g himself undergoing a funda m#=ental t;rans;]for/*mation =so p/=rofound! that he now divides `his life !i,nto “Before the Cami($n_#o” and%+ “Af;ter the Camino.”　`?　
(/It’s a story_( particular to one man, y\ et of appea[%)l t )[! o\ any/one seekin/g;]! a g, reater mea-)nin g from life.