The Camino of Santiago The first stage Two years ago I started my journey inside the Camino de Santiago. An unfinished path yet but a journey that started an inner transformation. You may think I'm an little bit arrogant but Im not lying. At the beginning of the path I haven't any spectation about an inner change but when you start sharing your space with unkown people, when you look at those faces for the first time, you know it's not about a long trip through the mountains, through the little villages lost in the countryside. That people, maybe not all of them like me, have begun a pilgrimage to take up themselves again, to face new situations, new challenges in their life. They've stopped everything and have started to listening, asking themselves. That first night you see all those faces and think where you are, why you are there. The next morning you wake up early. The sun is not rise yet and you walk in silence or maybe have a little chat with you friend about how it was the previous night in the basement of the Colegiata. Until you arrive at the goal of your first stage. At midday the hostel is still closed and you sit on the floor and wait. Soon the other pilgrim arrive, you're going to share the room with some of them and a few will become a little family during the journey. A very special relationship that have place only in the Camino or, perhaps if you finish it together and have the chance to find the right family, they will become a family forever. That afternoon we have met a pretty nice group to share our little journey with. A girl from Argentina, another one from Lituania, one guy from Spain and the majority of them from Italia. The Camino was full of Italians, sometimes we make fun of who was in Italy if all of them were there. That night we cooked, drank and laughed together. That night was the best night of the entire journey because we simply find out ourselves.