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Woman: X-O-T.

F-D-E.

And the next set?

P-N-E.

E-R-Z.

Uh, Eunice.

Yes, Dr. Avery?

How many of those letters
can you actually see,

and how many have you memorized?

I can see all of them, Dr. Avery.

Eunice.

Okay. I memorized the last two, Tom.

Only the last two.

If I can't get my license renewed...

Eunice, you need to wear
the lenses I prescribed.

Contact lenses don't work for me,
and glasses give me headaches.

Then we'll change the prescription,

but you know the DMV's gonna
test you again anyway.

I've memorized those charts, too.

Mrs. Conrad called

and canceled her
appointment for tomorrow.

Bill Warren wants to know if he can
see you before he goes in for work,

which means you have to be here at 8 A.M.

- Okay.
- Okay for 8:00?

- Yeah.
- Oh.

Roger called while you
were in with a patient.

Uh, he said if you miss the 2:00
tee time, you pay for the beer.

I pay for the beer anyway.

And Daniel called

and left a message here
on the voice mail last night.

What'd he say?

He said he'll call back, said
he's somewhere in France,

and, uh, he sounded good.

I mean, how do you not sound
good if you're in France, right?

Did he leave a number this time?

No.

Everyone on the planet has
a mobile phone except my son.

The world on Daniel's terms.

See you.

Oh, no!

Ayy!

Let me show you how a real
doctor does it.

Since when is Tom not a real doctor, Rog?

The eyes are the most important
organ in the body, Roger.

Maybe at your age, Tom.

They're the windows to the soul.

Yeah? How the hell would Roger know?

He doesn't have one.

Oh. Ho ho ho!

Looks like malpractice to me, boys.

Don't use your foot wedge, Phil.

I got your foot wedge, Roger.

All right, what have we got, about 70?

Yeah, plus 10 to the flag.

That's what I'm talking about.

- It'll play.
- Yeah? That's good stuff.

I'm over there.

Yeah, I see. It's about three feet away.

- You want a ride, or what?
- I'm old and tired.

Heh. You're old and lazy.

I don't see you walking this course.

It's mine, and it can wait.

Get... Ay-yi-yah.

- Nice chip.
- Not bad.

Go ahead and putt out.

I'll catch up with you. Hello.

MAN, ACCENTED: Uh, hello? Hello?

- Yes. Hello.
- ...Monsieur Tom Avery.

I'm sorry. I don't speak French.

I'm Captain Henri Sebastian
of the National Gendarmerie

in Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port in France.

Is something wrong?

Are you the father of Daniel Avery?

Yes, I am.

I'm sorry to inform you
that your son has been killed, sir.

What? What do you mean?

Daniel? Something happened to Daniel?

He was caught in a storm.

On the Camino de Santiago, monsieur.

- What?
- It's in the French Pyrenees.

Tom.

Tommy!

Where you going?

Tommy?!

I'm sorry for your loss, Tom.

Thanks, Father.

I'm going overseas to bring Daniel home.

Would you like to pray with me, Tom?

What for?

All the information
for your itinerary is in here.

I... l canceled all your appointments
for next week, so...

He wanted to see the world.

And he did.

You should fly with me.

What?

You should fly with me.

- Yeah, right.
- Turn the car around.

Pack a bag. Grab your passport.

Forget your golf clubs.

Come on. A father-son trip. lt'll be fun.

When you coming back?

I don't know.

So you don't have a plan.

We agreed that if I let you
take me to the airport,

you wouldn't lecture me
about how I'm ruining my life.

I lied.

You know, most people
don't have the luxury

ofjust picking up and leaving
it all behind, Daniel.

Well, I'm not most people.

If I don't have
your blessing, that's fine,

but don't judge this. Don't judge me.

My life here might not
seem like much to you,

but it's the life I choose.

You don't choose a life, Dad.

You live one.

Mesdames et monsieurs...

- Monsieur Avery?
- Yes.

We spoke on the phone.
Captain Henri Sebastian.

Of course.

I don't know why. I know it's odd,

but I thought it would say
something else.

It's the same word back home.

I guess I thought it would be different.

Mr. Avery, if you're
not ready to do this,

- it can wait.
- No. It's fine.

I mean, it's not fine.

I mean I'm okay.

Let's get it over with.

Let's just get it over with.

These are Daniel's belongings.

Merci.

This is everything he had
when we found him.

What happened?

It was an accident.

The weather in the Pyrenees
is famous for being unpredictable,

and I'm sure Daniel would have
been warned by the locals.

You were not close with him?

Not since his mother
died, I'm sorry to say.

What was he doing out there?

He was on pilgrimage on the Camino,

walking the road
to Santiago de Compostela.

People from very different
backgrounds, faith and generations

have walked the path from here
in the French Pyrenees

to Santiago de Compostela,

800 kilometers on the northwestern
coast of Spain

for over a thousand years.

We believers are told that the remains
of Saint James, the apostle of Jesus

are interred there, and so
we make pilgrimage.

This is what your son Daniel was doing.

Why was he alone?

Many people choose
to make the trek alone.

The Way is a very personal
journey, Mr. Avery.

This is the shell,

the symbol of the pilgrim
making the journey.

And this,

this is Daniel's passport for the Camino.

It is to be officially stamped

at every important stop
along the route through Spain.

And the first stamp
is here in Saint-Jean.

Buen camino.

Merci.

When you arrive at the end,

the passport should look like this.

I have walked the Camino
to the Atlantic Ocean three times,

there and back.

I will do it once more
on my 70th birthday,

God willing, of course.

Daniel was my only child.

We can also offer cremation

if that is a more suitable way

for you to transport
the remains back home.

Um, excusez-moi.

I'm sorry. I don't speak French.

Oh. Do you mind if I sit here?

Because there's no other seats available.

Hi. I'm Joost. I'm from Amsterdam.

- Tom.
- Hey, Tom.

I saw you on the... on the train.

Uh, this morning. We came from Paris.

We were on the... on the same train.

You're not a pilgrim, are you?

A pilgrim.

Uh, a trekker, a peregrino, eh?

You're not here to walk the,
uh, Santiago de Compostela?

- No. I'm here on family business.
- Ah.

Well, it's not for everyone, you know.

In fact, um, somebody died
on the Camino this week

only one day into the trek.

Yeah, it's such a tragedy.

Yes.

But it's no mystery why
I'm doing this trek.

Do you see this gut?

My older brother's getting
married in Rotterdam in December,

and, uh, I want to fit into my old suit.

You could just buy a new suit.

No, but it's the third time
that he's getting married.

Well, but wedding or not,

I mean, uh, a bit leaner, a bit lighter

would make my doctor... and my wife,

uh, a bit happier, no.

Ah! Merci beaucoup.

Uh...

It's for energy.

Listen.

My doctorate...

I'm not gonna finish it.

You mean this year.

I mean ever.

Margaret Mead didn't become
a great cultural anthropologist

by staying in school.

And when was the last
time you traveled abroad?

And I'm not talking about for business.

I mean before Mom got sick.

Nepal, Morocco, lndia,
Papua New Guinea, Europe.

I gotta go to these places.

I... l gotta go. I gotta go.

Captain.

Mr. Avery.

I want to cremate the body.

Capitaine, monsieur,

bonne nuit.

I'm gonna walk the Camino de Santiago.

Mr. Avery, if you pardon me, please,

you're not prepared to go on this trek.

You have no equipment or...

I've got Danny's backpack
and all his stuff.

But you haven't trained for this walk.

And no disrespect. You're
more than 60 years old.

So it'll take me a bit longer than most.

You'll be lucky if you
finish in two months.

Then I better get started.

We're leaving in the morning.

"We"?

Both of us.

Okay.

Here we go.

Came to give me another pep
talk, captain?

I came to wish you buen
camino, Mr. Avery,

and to give you this.

- Is this a good-luck charm?
- Something like that.

You'll know what to do
with it when you get there.

Get where?

Cruz de Ferro. It's on the Camino.

You'll be there a month from now.

You can read about it in the guide.

It's a place of much significance.

Monsieur Avery, do you know
why you're walking the Way?

I suppose I'm doing it for Daniel.

You walk the Way for yourself,
only for yourself.

Well, then I guess I don't
have a clue, Captain.

Monsieur Avery...

I have also lost a child.

I wish you a buen camino.

Enjoy your pilgrimage, both of you.

Thank you.

Tom.

This is the way.

Enough. Shh.

Sorry.

- Are you American?
- Yes.

Americans are always late.

Well... You speak English.

- So do you.
- Huh.

It's my first time in Spain.

You're not only in Spain.
You're in the Basque country.

We are in Navarre.

Well, is there a room
in the Basque country in Navarre?

A room? You mean a bed.

A bed, a room, it's all the same.

I'm very tired.

15 euros for a bed and food,

but it's late, so no food,

- no more cooking.
- Ah.

No food, but still 15 euros?

- Yes.
- Okay.

Shoes here.

Bathroom there.

You're here.

Welcome to Roncesvalles. Buenas noches.

- Shh!
- Shh!

Pardon me, sir. Do you
have any Grey Poupon?

I followed the same route
as you to a point,

Um, but then I detoured at Vall Carlos,

and that's why I got here
a couple of hours before you.

My guidebook didn't say
anything about any detours.

Yeah, but that's because you
haven't got the Dutch guidebook.

- The Dutch guidebook?
- Yep.

You know, because we Dutch, we're always

trying to find the quickest
way to get to the next party.

Heh. Because you know what they say.

If it ain't Dutch, it ain't much.

Did the old woman feed you?

- No.
- Well, you're lucky.

The meal was as grim as the beds.

Here. Have this.

- No. I can't take your food.
- Yeah, you can.

- All right. Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Pamplona in a couple of days.

Hemingway, running
of the bulls, all that.

I think I might stay
there for a couple...

iPeregrinos! No drugs here.

I know what I smell.

I will call the Guardia Civil.

- Ja. Ja.
- I will call the police!

- Ja.
- So...

- Ja, ja.
- Ja.

What does she mean, drugs?

Oh, nothing.

Well, well, nothing by Dutch standards.

Just a little tobacco booster, yeah,

to help us sleep.

Hmm.

- You want some, too?
- No. Thank you.

Sure?

I'm sure.

Here.

I also have these options.

Ambien, earplugs.

I know you got a thing
for Dutchmen, señora.

En tus sueños, perro.

Have you ever walked the Camino, señora?

Never.

When I was young, I was too busy,

and now that I'm older,

I'm too tired.

Buen camino.

Hey, Tom, we should get
a coffee here before we go,

just to, uh... to get
our motor running, no?

Yeah, we'll... we'll have a quick coffee.

Ah, look, a cheese maker, Tom.

Ho ho ho. Fresh... fresh
goat cheese, my man.

Come on, Tom. You haven't lived

until you have goat cheese
from these mountains.

IHola!

Are you gonna make it, fat man?

Don't you worry about me, old man.

Hey, Tom.

When we met in Saint-Jean,

you... you said nothing
about going on pilgrimage.

I wasn't going on pilgrimage.

Yet here we are.

Yeah.

Y-You said you were on family business.

I am.

But you... you have all the equipment

for the, uh... for the walk to Santiago.

Yeah.

Tom, that... that box with the ashes...

My son.

I'm done for the day, Joost.

I'm staying here tonight.

- Here? ln this village?
- Yeah.

But Pamplona's a stone throw away.

My feet are killing me. I gotta
get out of these shoes.

I'm sorry, but not me, man.

- Pamplona beckons.
- Okay.

It's been a pleasure, Tom.

Hey, uh, buen camino.

Ah.

Buenas tardes, peregrino.

I don't speak Spanish.

We were expecting you.

Expecting me?

- You're a pilgrim, ¿sí?
- Yes.

We're always expecting pilgrims.

Come. We have plenty of beds,
and your food is still warm.

Hey, the Americans are here.

Bueno, bueno, bueno.

Vamos. Come on.

The truth of the matter
is confusing.

No. Charlemagne had other
ideas, to extend his empire.

He crossed the Pyrenees,

but nothing worked out as he intended.

This is Spain.

This is Basque Spain.

He tortured the Basques of Pamplona

and allowed his men to have

a little too much rest
and relaxation with our women.

When the Basque shepherds
who lived around here

heard what happened in Pamplona,

they slipped into the woods.

Then we, we Basques, killed them.

Sorry, monsieur,
but based on what I have read here,

that is complete crap, d'accord?

Ah, you won't find much
truth in this book.

Charlemagne, Ro-land...

not Rrroland, Roland...

this is part of French
history, okay, no, not Basque.

The French?

The French don't want to admit
that the death of Roland

was because of Charlemagne's un-Christian
intentions.

Come on. Allez.

Bon nuit tout le monde.

W-Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

- Night.
- Wait a minute. Señor.

Señor, I thought it was the Arabs
that killed Roland.

Bueno, bueno, bueno.

Otra vez. Otra vez.

One of the guys said you're Canadian.

Don't spread it around, eh?

So how's it going for you
out there on the road, Boomer?

I'm Tom.

You know, as in baby boomer.

You got all those horrible signs

of that desperate generation
taking its final breath,

trying to screw the rest
of us over one last time.

Only thing missing from you, Boomer,

is one of those stupid-looking ponytails

and a collection of James
Taylor songs on your iPod.

I like James Taylor,

but I don't have an iPod.

Well, that's pretty amazing.

What, no iPod?

No cell phone or computer
to keep you connected?

Isn't it written somewhere
in the baby boomer code book

that you must own a certain percentage

of anything Steve Jobs makes?

So, what is it, on pilgrimage
to change your life?

Something like that.

Wait. Don't tell me. Just
getting over a nasty divorce,

and she took it all.

Or maybe you're out to meet
some young chicks

and relive your college glory days.

Believe me, I've seen
plenty of that nonsense.

Oh, I got it.

You're seeking penance for screwing
over your company retirees

in some stock market scandal.

You sound really angry.

Yeah, sure. I'm angry.

I gotta quit these.

And I'm really, really angry about that.

And when we get to Santiago
de Compostela,

it's all over for you, my little friend.

You're a goner.

The end of the Camino
is the end of my addiction.

Spoken like a true addict.

Spoken like someone who took
10 days to get this far.

Well, at that pace,

you should get to Santiago
by the end of the year.

He's onto our plan.

But, you know...

Hey. Ah hah.

Ah hah.

Hey, hey.

Ah hah.

Hah. Yah.

Ah.

Gracias. Gracias.

I wanted to be a bullfighter.

My father wanted me to be a lawyer.

Coffee is in the common area.

Bonjour, americano.

Thought you might be staying
at least a few more days here, eh?

Funny. These European guys
are starting to get a little familiar.

I want to get out of here while they're
still sleeping off their hangover.

Besides, I got all the friends I need.
Don't want any tag-alongs, so...

Well, be safe out there.

You, too, Boomer.

- Good luck with the quitting.
- Yeah.

Good luck with whatever it
is you're doing out here.

Oh. I do have a cell phone.

Yeah, well, me, too.

And an iPod.

Sorry for being such an ass last night.

I-I'm out here to get away
from everything, and you just, uh...

Reminded you of it. Yeah, I get it.

Well...

You're all right, Boomer,

even if you do like James Taylor.

♪ Take to the highway ♪

♪ Won't you lend me your name? ♪

♪ Your way and my way ♪

♪ They seem to be one and the same ♪

♪ Mama don't understand it ♪

♪ She wants to know
where the boy's been ♪

♪ I'd have to be some kind
of natural-born fool... ♪

I'm gonna need you to cancel
all my appointments

for the rest of the month, Doreen.

♪ On a country road ♪

♪ Sail on home to Jesus ♪

♪ Won't you, good girls and boys? ♪

♪ I'm all in pieces ♪

♪ You can have your own choice ♪

♪ 'Cause I can see a heavenly
band full of angels ♪

♪ Coming to set me free ♪

♪ Said I don't know nothin'
about the why or when ♪

♪ But I can tell you
that it's bound to be ♪

♪ Because I could feel it now ♪

♪ On a country road ♪

♪ I guess my feet know
where they want me to go ♪

♪ Walking on a country road, oh ♪

Oh, no!

- Buen camino.
- Buenos dias.

Tom!

Tom, it's me!

Tom, it's... it's Joost from Amsterdam!

It's cordero.

Spain is famous for its roast lamb.

Mmm.

Here. You should try some.

No. Thank you.

Much to my dismay,

Pamplona is just an ordinary Spanish city

when the bulls are not running.

So much for being a party town.

But I made reservations
to return here in July

during their week of fiestas,

uh, the Sanfermines.

I would like to propose a toast,

'cause we Dutch love to propose toasts.

That we agree to meet here in July

and run with the bulls, like real men.

Like real crazy men.

Well, I'm gonna come back.

Wine shots, huh?

Yeah.

What are your plans?

To move through Pamplona quickly.

As long as I'm sitting here,

I might just order some tapas. Señor.

Th-They're called pinchos.

I beg your pardon, Joost.

In Pamplona, they're called tapas.

See, here in Pamplona, it's tapas.
I just read that.

You see, unlike the Dutch guidebook,

which may be directing you
to the nearest party,

the American guidebook
is designed so that you

don't look like a clown
if you order pinchos

when you really mean tapas.

Señor.

No, Tom...

Señor, ¿algo más?

Uh, tapas, por favor.

Tapas. Aquí, no hay tapas.

¿No tapas?

No, no, no. Tapas es más
de Madrid, del sur, eh?

Aquí estamos en Navarra.

En Navarra, son los pinchos, eh?

Las tapas y los pinchos pasan lo
mismo, pero... pero no lo es.

Porque la... la tapa viene
como en un plato grande, eh?

Los pinchos vayan como
en platos separados

más pequeñitos,

más trabajados en una presentación.

Vamos, se ha convertido en una tradición.

- ¿Quiere pinchos?
- Eh, no.

Well, look,

it's Tom Quixote and Sancho Panza.

And that would make you Dulcinea.

Buen camino, fellow pilgrim.

Hey, buen camino. My name is Joost.
I'm from Amsterdam.

Dutch, huh? Got any drugs?

Oh ho ho. I love this girl.

Wears off quick, I promise.

You know each other?

Sort of.

What are you looking to score?

Oh, something for sleep.

I've had trouble sleeping for the past...
I don't know, couple of years.

You folks mind doing this
drug deal while we walk?

I got some Ambien.

Or something stronger
if that's your pleasure.

Ha. I love this guy.

It wears off quick, I promise.

- Come. Come with us.
- Oh.

Tom, wait!

I tried to quit once,

but then I thought why?

My grandmother, she drank,
and she smoked her entire life,

and she lived to be 103 years old.

Now, what does that tell you?

Tells me that everyone
that's trying to quit something

always has an ancient relative they use

as an example of why not to quit.

Suppose that makes me a cliché, then.

You said it.

But I'm not the one trying
to quit anything.

Yeah, well, we keep walking at this pace,

quitting isn't gonna be the problem.

Surviving will be.

Doesn't this guy ever stop
to smell the flowers?

This isn't a race.

No, it isn't.

Then why does it piss me off so much

that I haven't seen him
stop to take a break?

I mean, why does something
that should be inspirational

make me so... angry?

Totally irrational.

Same could be said
for this entire journey.

Wonder how old he is.

Older than us.

Hey, Tom!

You think I will look like this
by the time I get to Santiago?

Yeah, sure, Joost.

Just keep eating that cordero.

Nothing like a few pounds of lamb
to help shed the excess weight.

But it's part of the Camino
experience, no?

I mean, you can't come to Spain
without having their roast lamb.

"Donde se cruza..."

"Donde se..."

"Where the path of the wind
crosses that of the stars."

what do you think
the waist is on this guy?

32?

More like a 25 or 26.

Well, a man can dream.

What, you can do this on a bike?

Why the hell are we walking?

Ah, that's ridiculous, man.

Just try it, man. It's superstrong.

I brought it from Amsterdam.
It's really good.

Y-You do smoke, no?

Yeah? Do you like it?

These are the...

H-Hey. I'm Frank, New York.

Tom, California.

Nice to meet you, Rabbi.

Oh, actually I'm a priest.

You can understand my confusion.

Yeah, a lot of people make that mistake.

Brain cancer.

Surgery left me with a terrible scar.

I wear this yarmulke to cover it up.

They didn't get it all, you know, cancer.

Said it'll probably come back.

Who knows about these kind of things?

Only God.

Anyway, they say that miracles

happen out here
on the Camino de Santiago.

You believe in miracles, Father?

I'm a priest. It's kind of my job.

- You a Catholic?
- I don't practice anymore.

You know, mass at Christmas, Easter.
That's about it.

Here. Take this.

No, I can't take your rosary, Father.

No, please, take it.

Lot of lapsed Catholics
out here on the Camino, kid.

Besides...

Oh. Well, thank you.

♪ Dawn breaks
like a bull through the hall ♪

♪ Never should have called ♪

♪ But my head's to the wall,
and I'm lonely... ♪

Vengan, peregrinos. Bienvenidos.

Vengan, vengan. Willkommen.

♪ I'd have jumped ♪

♪ From my tree ♪

♪ And I'd have danced
like the king of the eyesores ♪

♪ And the rest of our lives
would have fared well ♪

♪ And if you took... ♪

Wanderer, there is no road.

Only the wakes on the seas.

Viva Carlo.

Viva, buy us a round!

Viva.

Mi espalda.

Fore!

Oh, my goodness.
Oh, my goodness. Oh!

I'm sorry! Sorry!

I didn't, uh... I didn't mean that.

Threw that... oh. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

I thought I was out here all alone.

You thought wrong.

Oh, yes.

Hello. I'm Jack from lreland.

I'm Jack from lreland.

How long you been out here,
Jack from lreland?

Jeez. Uhh. It's hard to say.

This spot, well, um,

it's hard to say that, too.

But I think this place means something.

This place means...

This place is brimming with significance!

That's the problem
with this whole damn road.

- Problem?
- Metaphor, man.

You're out walking all alone,

and suddenly in the middle of nowhere,

you see a dogfight near a cheese farm.

What does that dogfight mean?

And despite its literalness,

the idea of a pilgrim's journey
on this road is a metaphor bonanza.

Friends, the road itself
is amongst our oldest tropes.

The high road and the low,

the long and winding, the lonesome,

the royal, the open road and the private.

You have the road to hell,
the Tobacco Road,

the crooked, the straight and the narrow.

There's the road
stretching into infinity,

bordered with lacy mists
favored by sentimental poets.

There's the more dignified
road of Mr. Frost,

and for Yanks, every four years,

there's the road to the White House.

Then you have the road
which most concerns me today,

the wrong road,

which I fear I must surely have taken.

Well, Jack, maybe a dogfight
near a cheese farm

is simply a dogfight near a cheese farm.

Ah!

Okay.

That's good.

That is very good.

Maybe I should adopt a more
conservative attitude

instead of trying to trickle meaning
out of every curve in the road.

Oh, Christ.

I haven't had an original
thought in months.

Writer's block.

You know what that is? Any of you?

Okay, so...

The reason I'm out here
walking the Camino,

writer's block. I figure the sooner

we get the small talk
out of the way, the better.

Great.

Wait a second. Hmm.

Mailbox full.

Ah.

You have 35 unheard messages.

All from my editors,

who probably think I'm drinking again,

which isn't a bad idea.

Ooh. Can I, uh, bum one of those, please?

Uh, uh, yes.

Sure, sure.

Thanking you.

So, uh, what's your book about, Jack?

The Camino, of course.

Of course.

- What about all you?
- What about all of us, what?

Oh, why are you doing the Camino?

Must of the pilgrims I've polled
say their walk to Santiago

is for religious, cultural
or historical reasons.

- You're taking a poll?
- Ah, informally,

though I have been keeping track

of most of the pilgrims
I've met along the way.

So far, less than 15%¤

say they were doing it for health.

Fewer than 5%¤ say they're
out here looking for a miracle.

Miracles are in short
supply these days, Jack.

Well, if you don't mind,
I'd like to include you in my book.

I do mind. Very much so.

Oh, uh...

Would it be all right
if I walk with you for a bit?

Well, I... l don't know about them.

Uh, okay.

Yeah, but... but it's okay...
it's cool with me, man.

- Really?
- Yeah, sure.

I'm... I'm Joost. I'm from Amsterdam.

Joost. Right. Hey.

I mean, I'm... I'm not
here for God or miracles

or any of that stuff.

I'm... I'm just a fat Dutchman
trying to, uh, lose a few pounds.

So you're doing it for health reasons?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, you could...

Yeah, you could more or less say that.

Well, um, would it be all right

if I put you under the category
of doing it for health for my poll?

Yeah, man, sure. Whatever.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Joost. Dutch.

Health.

Ah. Thanks.

Mmm. Would you like to try some of this?

It's, uh... it's Turkish.

I... l hear it's good for writer's block.

You may be right, Joost.

Yeah, I'm right. Tom!

- ♪ Just because I'm losing ♪ - Hey, Tom!

♪ Doesn't mean I'm lost ♪

♪ Doesn't mean I'll stop ♪

♪ Doesn't mean I'm across ♪

♪ Just because I'm hurting ♪

♪ Doesn't mean I'm hurt... ♪

Everything all right?

Yeah, sure.

So what's her story?

Tom met her in a refugio.

Walking the Camino to quit smoking.

That's all I know about her.

She's sexy, but complicated.

He seems like quite a stiff.

I met him in Saint-Jean.

He's a... he's an opth...

an, uh... an eye doctor from California.

- An ophthalmologist?
- Ah.

Didn't come here on pilgrimage.

Seems like it was more a...
like an accident.

I started my pilgrimage in Paris, Joost,

three months ago.

And if I know one certainty
about the Way of Saint James,

it is that no one walks
this Camino by accident.

No one.

He, um, carries the cremated
remains of his son...

got caught in a bad storm
over the Pyrenees first day out.

- Oh, you're kidding me.
- No.

He carries the...
that box in his backpack.

He leaves little... little piles
of ash all along the Camino.

That's brilliant. I mean
tragic, of course,

but brilliant.

Um, do you think he'd, uh...
want to talk to me about it?

I think he'd sooner shove
that walking stick down your throat.

♪ I'm just waiting
till the shine goes off ♪

- You're sick.
- Eh?

The reason you're out here.

- You're ill and dying.
- Not even close.

That's good. But I will get it.

No, you probably won't.

Next town is Torres del Río.

Towers on the river.

Your Spanish is pretty good.

Yeah, well, the guidebooks stress

learn as much of the language as possible

before you start the walk, so...

I thought you said something
about not wanting any tag-alongs.

I did.

If the last 15 kilometers
are any indication,

walking the Camino with you is kind
of like being alone, so...

But, hey, you want me
to buzz off, that's cool.

Next town, I'll go my separate way.

It's not like there's a thousand routes
to get to Santiago,

so you might have to suffer bumping
into one of us from time to time.

I'll take my chances.

Torres del Río, then.

He's in a bad mood.

He's been in a bad mood
ever since I met him.

Well, death has a way
of doing that to you.

What do you mean, death?

She doesn't know?

She doesn't know what?

What doesn't she know?

This town is so short
of water that the locals

store it up in winter for use in summer.

I don't see anything about bars.

There's an albergue called
the Casa Santa Barbara.

Oh, yeah. It's the only one,
but it has five stars.

I don't care how many stars it
has, as long as it's got a toilet.

- ¿Sí?
- Hola.

¿Peregrinos?

- Sí.
- Sí.

Hey, welcome.

- Bienvenido. Ah.
- Hola.

- Ah hah.
- Hola.

I am el Ramón, eh?

Ah. I'm... I'm Joost from Amsterdam.

Ah, nice, nice. Good, good.

Come, come. Come with me.

Come along. Heh.

Come along, please.

Uh, passports, please.

- Passports.
- Now?

I need passports.

Passports, everyone. Yes.

Thank you. Passports.

Passports, please. I need passports.

- Is there a...
- This is my very own

and very special el Ramón stamp.

You won't find a stamp like this
anywhere else on the Camino.

Uh, could I, um, use your...

This is the Ramón stamp,

and I will stamp
your passports with el Ramón.

Stamp. The Ramón stamp.

The Ramón stamp.

Perfect.

This is the proof you
have been with el Ramón.

Yes, as I was saying...

Ah, you must be hungry, yes?

Yes? Ah, yes. You're tired.

Of course. Well, but you have come
to the best refugio in all of Spain.

Is there a baño I could use, please?

Oh, yes. Yes, yes. Of course.

Yes.

Aha. ls there.

Uh, it's a bit more serious, let's say.

Uh, one moment.

Good? Good?

- Yeah. Good.
- Good.

I think we're the only pilgrims here.

The only ones alive.

Tom, should we stay?

It's a bed and a meal, few hours sleep.

Obviously we've interrupted something.

Well, that was, uh, interesting.

Bit cold out there. Who's next?

Maybe we should stay, no?

Did anyone ask how much
he's charging for the night?

'Cause if it's more than a couple
of Euros, it's too much.

Yeah, I second that.

- I...
- All right.

When he comes back down,
I'll ask him about the fee,

but I don't think we're gonna get
a straight answer from el Ramón.

Well, it could be a while.

Okay.

I'll go up and ask him.

Them.

I'll go with you.

- Yeah, me, too.
- Let's all go.

What, are you all, five?

No, just scared.

Huh.

Un poco de vino.

Es un poco de vino del Ramón, sagrado.

Eh, el vino de El Ramón.

Eh?

Gracias.

Ah, man, it's 4 1/2 hours

- to the next albergue.
- Really?

Right, well, we gotta think
about setting up camp for the night.

- No way.
- It's getting dark.

Hey, Boomer, Tom, we gotta camp out.

Now, this, this is a true
pilgrim experience.

Cheers to that,

even though I hated camping as a boy.

"True pilgrim experience"?
What do you mean by that?

Ah, well, I'm talking about tradition
in the purest sense.

A true pilgrim walks
the Camino with nothing.

He has to live off the land,

he has to accept the kindness
presented to him,

and he has to carry
his goods on his back.

Pilgrim is poor and must suffer.

That strikes me as extreme

to say the only way to be a true pilgrim

is to imitate what we like to think
a true pilgrim is.

Should a pilgrim dress himself
as a beggar even if he isn't?

Do we honor the poor by imitating them?

I don't think that pilgrims 500 years ago

ignored the creature comforts of the road

any more than we should now.

Yeah,
and what about pilgrims on bikes

or... or pilgrims that do
the Camino on horseback?

No, tradition would dismiss
bikers at least.

Biking or riding requires
less suffering and less work.

But I don't think we have to artificially

add more hardship than is already there.

That, in my opinion, is being
a false pilgrim, not a true one.

If you were a man, I would challenge
you to pistols at dawn.

What do you think, Boomer?

Finally, an American without an opinion.

Take a picture.

- Good morning, sunshine.
- Oh!

Hey.

Where are the guys?

Out gathering some provisions
from the local farms.

- Like true pilgrims?
- Yeah.

So you weren't even gonna
say goodbye, Boomer?

Yeah, well...

What are you doing out here, Tom,
besides taking a really long walk?

Why do you care?

Joost told me you were a... a doctor.

- Yeah.
- What do you practice?

I'm an ophthalmologist.

- An eye doctor.
- Yeah.

Ah. So you, uh, you help people see
the world a little better, huh?

Yeah, that's one way to put it.

- I got it.
- No, no. No, no.

Unh!

I...

I'm sorry.

Whoo!

Three cheers for the true pilgrims.

Hot bread and coffee for everyone.

Oranges, apples. See? We're
living off the land.

This is the way it's supposed to be.

Hey, Tom.

Hey. Have a look.

- Sleep well?
- Yep.

- No. Gracias.
- Do we have knives?

We don't need knives. Just rip it apart.

Orange, Tom? Eh? Orange?

No, thank you.

Right.

Let's get this coffee on the go.

You okay, Tom?

Yeah. Why?

Tom.

I'm sure the last thing in the world

you want to do is have
a conversation with me.

You'd be right about that.

Tom, your son...

Joost told me. I...

I'm so sorry. I had no idea.

Joost told you, huh? That figures.

I don't know what to say, but...

the way you touched me, grabbed my arm,

just... l mean, in my other life,

my life before the Camino, I was married.

I was married, and I was pregnant,
my first, my only.

But my husband was not a kind man,

so I terminated.

I got rid of my baby girl, Tom.

Didn't want the son of a bitch
to have two of us to beat up on.

Sometimes I hear her voice, my baby.

I know it sounds crazy 'cause she never
got to take her first breath,

but I imagine what she would have
sounded like.

And sometimes I hear her, Tom.

Sometimes I swear I can hear her.

I'm sorry about your baby.

Sorry about yours.

My son was almost 40.

Yeah, but he'll always be your baby.

Well...

Pilgrims, we have arrived.

I'm gonna get us a bottle. Or three.

Oh, hey, you'll need
an extra hand for that.

iHola!

Look, Tom, I... I want
to apologize again.

I'm really sorry...

Can we talk about something else, please?

But I hit you with everything
I had, and you took it.

My mother taught me
that only a coward hits a woman.

How'd she do that?

She whupped the hell out of me
every time I hit my little sister

till I finally got the message.

My ex could have learned
something from your mother.

Smoke 'em if you got 'em, eh?

I'd smoke across this whole
damn country, Boomer.

There's a whole world out there
to beat you up plenty.

You don't need to go looking
for people to pile on.

Glad you became an eye doc
instead of a headshrinker.

The first consultation is free.

Let there be wine!

Let the drinking commence.

...whereas Paulo Coelho
examined the spiritual in the Camino,

was inspired to write
his first book afterwards.

So I said to them...

the last thing in the world
you need to publish

and the last thing I am willing to write

is another bloody
guidebook on the Camino.

I mean, how does one follow
the Codex Calixtinus anyway?

- The what?
- Codex Calixtinus,

Liber Sancti Jacobi.

Devotees of the Way regard
it as the first tourist guide.

That's right. lt is the source,

attributed to the writings
of Pope Callixtus ll,

the twelfth century.

It is a work of wonder
divided into five folios.

Book one, Anthologia Liturgica.

Book two, De Miraculis Sancti Jacobi.

Book three translates
the writings of Saint James.

Book
four, the lesser known,

banned by the Church of Rome,

details Charlemagne's vision
of Saint James

instructing him to destroy the Moors.

But it is book five, folio
five, which most concerns us.

Historians believe it is the first
book ever written on the pilgrimage.

So the dilemma for me

is to come up with something
contemporary,

but also pays homage
to the ancient tradition

of what it means to be a true
pilgrim in a modern age.

Christ, you're a bore.

I beg your pardon.

An arrogant bore.

Oh, dear, I think this pack's getting
ready to eat one of its own.

That's just it, Jack from lreland.

You're not one of us.

You think you're better than us
'cause you're writing a book.

True pilgrim.

All right, all right, Tom.

True pilgrim, like you would know.

What did you use to pay
for this wine here, huh?

How many credit cards do
you have in your wallet,

Jack from lreland?

How many true pilgrims

used their credit cards to get
out of a true jam along the Camino

back in the Middle Ages,
you jackass from lreland?

You are a true fraud.

That's what I think you are.

Fraud!

Over here, everybody!
This man is a fraud!

Police! Hey, hey!

Over here, gentlemen!

Arrest this man for being a fraud!

Hey, Tom, we're just talking, man.

Yeah, only talking. You're
good at that, Dutchman.

Let me ask you something.

Is there anything in that Dutch guidebook

about having some common courtesy,

keeping your mouth shut about other
people's private matters?

What the hell are you talking about?

You know what the hell I'm talking about,

Joost from Amsterdam.

Or maybe you smoked so much hash

and popped so many pills,
you can't remember

anything you say or do anymore.

Hey, what do you think
of the Boomer now, eh, Sarah?

Whoever the hell you are.

So...

friends,

the question is...

What does it take for someone

to become a true pilgrim on the Camino?

Is that right, Jack?

How 'bout death?

How about dying on the Camino?

Would that rate? Would that make
someone a true pilgrim?

Would that qualify for your damn book?

Hey, uh, Tom, that's my pack. My...

That's my... Tom. Tom! Let's...

Get out of here!

No, Tom, that's my pack.

For Christ's sake. Get your hands off me!

Ohh! Tom! Officers, officers...

I'm an American! I speak American!

Tell them I'm being kidnapped!

Camino de Compostela!

God bless America!

Everyone...

♪ God bless America ♪

♪ Land that I love ♪

♪ Stand beside her ♪

♪ And guide her ♪

How do you say, "I'm sorry," in Spanish?

Uh, lo siento.

- Lo siento, señor.
- Buen camino.

Gracias.

Adiós.

I don't really remember very much.

That might be a good thing.

Thank you for bailing me out.

You can thank my credit card.

♪ I saw it written, and I saw it say ♪

♪ Pink moon is on its way ♪

♪ And none of you stand so tall ♪

♪ Pink moon gonna get you all ♪

♪ It's a pink moon ♪

♪ Yes, a pink moon ♪

♪ Pink, pink, pink, pink ♪

♪ Pink moon ♪

♪ A pink, pink, pink, pink ♪

♪ Pink moon ♪

♪ It's a pink ♪

♪ Yes, a pink moon ♪

I intend to reimburse you.

You agree to letting me use the story
in my book, we can call it even.

Not a chance.

Well, I can still include it
anyway, change the names.

You wouldn't.

Ha! I would. As far as anecdotes go,

it's one of the best
from my journey so far.

My friends, you know, my patients,

they're gonna read your book,
get the wrong impression of me.

Do you honestly believe
that your mates from the country club

would waste their time reading my book?

Good point.

What was your son like?

Daniel's story's got nothing
to do with any deal.

I have to explain why you're
out on the Camino, Tom.

Can't just introduce
some crazy, drunk American

into the art without giving him purpose.

"Crazy, drunk American." Thanks.

I can read his obituary
at any lnternet cafe along the way.

But I can't imagine it
would shed any light

on... on who he was or what he meant
to you.

He was my son. What do you
think he meant to me?

Daniel was a lot like you...

smart, confident,

stubborn,

pissed me off a lot.

May I?

Thank you.

Sarah! Hey, ça va.

Hola. Ça va.

- Hey, Carlo.
- Hey. Ciao, bella.

- Hello.
- Jack.

¿Cómo estás?

- IHola!
- IHola!

Oh, man!

- Tom!
- Father Frank.

- Are you just getting to Burgos?
- This very moment.

Then listen. You've gotta stay at least a day.
Tour the cathedral.

El Cid is buried there.

- The Chuck Heston film.
- Ah.

Let me buy a weary traveler a drink.

Café con leche, por favor.

- They've come in handy.
- They usually do.

Maybe a couple of tapas, too, here.

I don't have to tell you,

but this Spanish coffee is really strong.

- Yeah, I know.
- You know,

I can't drink it in the afternoon.

Otherwise, I don't sleep a wink,
no matter how far I've walked.

Is this weather beautiful?

He plays the, uh... he plays the banjo.

Hey, that kid took my bag.

That kid stole my bag!

Hey! Hey!

Hey, you little bollocks!

I'll go door to door if I have to.

- No, no, no. No, Tom, not here.
- Why not?

- It's Gypsies, Tom.
- So what?

- It's all Gypsy here.
- So what?!

Listen, you start knocking
on the doors here,

you might not be happy
with what you find behind it.

Having your backpack stolen'll be
the least of your worries.

Then we have to file a police
report or something.

No, cops hate Gypsies, don't
want anything to do with it.

Not in Amsterdam, not here,
not anywhere in Europe.

Sorry, Boomer.

Can you hear me, son? I know you're here!

- Just give me the box!
- Tom.

Just give me the little box!

- You can keep the pack!
- Tom. Come on.

Just give me the box!

You can't give up now, Tom.

It's a big city. We can...
can get you new gear.

I'll take a bus to Madrid
and fly home tomorrow.

Come on, Tom.

This whole thing was stupid.

Bloody, thieving Gypsies.

I understand your anger, señor.

My name is lshmael Villalobos.

My son stole your property.

He wishes to return it and apologize.

Lo siento mucho.

It is as you left it.

Everything's there.

Everything.

My son has dishonored himself,

his family and yours as well.

This is the problem with how Europeans
see the Gypsy people,

as thieves and beggars.

Well, your son is not helping your cause.

A ver.

A very dark day for me.

I wish to extend an invitation to you

and your friends to be my guests
at my home this evening.

I insist.

It will be an intimate gathering.

You will not be disappointed
by the food or the company.

IAnda! iAnda!

IBaile! iBaile!

This is what you call
an intimate gathering?

By gitano standards.

A Gypsy wedding will sometimes
have 2,000 guests.

All close, personal friends?

Actually, yes.

Of course you are taking
your son's remains to Muxia.

No, to Santiago de Compostela.

You go the cathedral in Santiago

for the pilgrims' mass and the blessing.

You must continue
across Galicia to the sea.

There is a shrine in Muxia,

la Virgen de la barca.

Go there.

Place the remains
of your son in the water.

It is for him and... and for you.

Ishmael, I'm not a very religious man.

Religion has nothing to do with this.

Nothing at all.

Hey.

Ishmael, please, I can
take it from him now.

He will carry it to the very
edge of town, not one step less.

But he couldn't have known
what was in the bag.

Don't you think you should
cut him some slack?

And what if it were your son?

Stealing is bad enough and wrong.

But what my son did could have brought

more than shame to our community.

Ah, yes. You mean like a curse.

Please. The simple mention of it.

Ooh!

Paco.

Oiga, dale al payo su cosa.

Le mira a los ojos y le pide perdón.

Perdón.

Mira.

Lo siento.

Our children,

they are the very best
and the very worst of us.

Ishmael.

Adiós y gracias.

Buen camino.

♪ How 'bout getting
off of these antibiotics? ♪

♪ How 'bout stopping
eating when I'm full up? ♪

♪ How 'bout them transparent
dangling carrots? ♪

♪ How 'bout that ever elusive kudo? ♪

♪ Thank you, lndia ♪

♪ Thank you, terror ♪

♪ Thank you, disillusionment ♪

♪ Thank you, frailty ♪

♪ Thank you, consequence ♪

♪ Thank you, thank you, silence ♪

♪ How 'bout me not blaming
you for everything? ♪

♪ How 'bout me enjoying
the moment for once? ♪

♪ How 'bout how good it feels
to finally forgive you? ♪

♪ How 'bout grieving it
all one at a time? ♪

♪ Thank you, lndia ♪

♪ Thank you, Providence ♪

♪ Thank you, disillusionment ♪

♪ Thank you, nothingness ♪

♪ Thank you, clarity ♪

♪ Thank you, thank you, silence ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

Nah. No self-respecting
pilgrim in the Camino

would ever stay in a parador.

The decadence of it
is absolutely appalling.

My treat.

Really?

For all of us?

- Ah. Hola.
- Hola.

If you could, uh, just put it here.

Uh, yes. Um...

I need to have some laundry picked up.

Some, uh, clothing needs to be washed.

Such a glorious morning here,

which just heightens my sense
of acute loneliness.

There's traffic on the Camino today,

pilgrims queuing up to bear witness

to the anxious state of a writer
who's forgotten how to...

a writer who has...

lost his way.

A child.

A youth, not yet a man,

no longer a child,

could not have known
that of all the bags at his disposal,

the one he artfully made his own

contained the most precious cargo of all,

the remains of Tom's only son, Daniel.

We all have a quest. Sarah's is clear.

Tom's is becoming clear, but Joost,

for whom kindness is an instinct,

is further away than ever.

Joost.

Hi.

You gonna invite me in?

Uh, sure.

I couldn't sleep.

Me, neither.

Where's Joost when you need him, eh?

Make yourself comfortable.

Didn't know you were expecting company.

I'm not.

Uh, hi. Could you direct me
to the nearest albergue?

Oh.

I seem to have interrupted something.

Please, come in.

Speak of the devil.

Et voilá.

I bought some licor de orujo.
It's from, uh, Galicia.

It's made of 18 different herbs,

and they're so secret,

that they have to be
squeezed by blind monks.

Thank you.

God save the queen
and her fascist regime.

- Is there any room at the inn?
- You're kidding me.

Oh, hello.

Oh, lovely. This is so
similar to my room.

Hmm.

- Voilá.
- Thank you.

Ah, you're welcome.

Dear God.

Whoo!

iBuen camino!
iBuen camino!

"Dear Lord, may this stone,

a symbol of my efforts
on the pilgrimage..."

"a symbol of my efforts..."

"Dear Lord,

"may this stone,

"a symbol of my efforts on the pilgrimage

"that I lay at the feet
of the cross of the Savior

"weigh the balance in favor
of my good deeds that day

"when the deeds
of all my life are judged.

Let it be so." Amen.

It's a beautiful church, Jack.
Have a look.

Where I come from, the Church
has a lot to answer for.

Temples of tears, Tom.

Don't go in them anymore.

You've been taking an awful lot of notes.

That's right.

End of your writer's block?

- Thank you.
- Glad to be of service.

I trust you'll treat us all kindly

when the book goes to the publisher.

Oh, you know, the darker it
is, the bigger the sales.

That's what my editors
will surely be asking for.

I understand.

You know, when I was an undergraduate

at Trinity College, Dublin,

I wanted to be W.B. Yeats or James Joyce.

But good writers usually die broke,

so after I left college,
I wrote for travel mags.

Thought I'd do that for a while,

put some money away and then
get down to the novel.

20 years later, here I am,

still writing for travel magazines.

I'm not feeling sorry for myself.

It's the life I chose.

Jack, you write whatever
you want about all this,

what you saw, how you felt.

You write it like it happened.

You write the truth.

I'll do my best.

And after Santiago? Home?

Back to the real world?

lf you want to call it that.

You know, lshmael said
that after Santiago,

I should take Daniel's ashes to Muxia.

What do you think
about that, Boomer?

I don't know, but he seemed to think
it was very important that I go.

Oh, it's all Gypsy
hocus-pocus, man.

Ah, you're on your own, Tom.

Santiago is as far as this
Dutchman is going.

Me, too, mate.

I been away for three months.
I gotta get back.

Santiago de Compostela for me, Tom,

it's the end of the Camino for me, too.

And at the foot of Saint James,

I shall put these down once and for all.

Uh, I'm sorry?

I swear.

Well, good luck with that. Yeah, yeah.

Have to go in here and get our diplomas.

Diplomas?

Ah, it's called a Compostela.

We sign our name to the rolls, get
our passport stamped as proof,

and then we receive confirmation.

- Hola.
- ¿Hablas español?

No.

- Hola.
- Hola.

- English.
- English.

Can I have
your pass, pilgrim's pass?

- Yeah, sure, sure, sure. Sure.
- Oh, it's beautiful.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

- Very green.
- Your name is Joost...

- Joost Michiel DeWitt.
- Joost. Okay.

Sarah Marie Sinclair.

Jack Emerson Stanton.

Thomas Avery.

Where did you start the Camino?

In Saint-Jean.

In Saint-Jean-Pied...

Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port. Okay.

In Paris, Notre Dame.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Canada.

Have you walked the whole way?

Yes, we did. Uh, I did.

Unfortunately, yes.

So what is your reason
for walking the Way?

What are your reasons
for having done this pilgrimage?

Um, I mean, do you have some kind

of religious or spiritual
motivation or...

Religious, yes.

I mean, uh...

Leprechauns.

I was, uh, looking for leprechauns
at the end of the road.

I, um, I needed to lose weight.

Um, well, uh...

It's also because my... my wife

didn't want to sleep with me anymore,

but it's because I'm... I'm too fat.

I...

thought that I...

I should probably travel more.

I was a writer,

I stopped writing,

and now I'm writing again.

It's passport with the official
stamp of the cathedral,

and this is your Compostela.

It's in Latin.

It's all written in Latin

because this document dates
from the Middle Ages.

Uh, I'm terribly sorry.

Um, I gave you the wrong name.

Yeah, but I've already
entered it, you know.

I see that, but, um, could
you please change it?

Okay, as you wish.

- Name, please?
- Daniel Avery.

Okay. Here you are.

All right.

Thank you very much.

Ah, well, I'm here, ain't I?

It's the Portico of Glory.

It's him, Saint James.

Um, tradition commands

that pilgrims approach
the statue on their knees.

El Cid, Saint Francis,

Von Eyck,

kings, queens, millions of pilgrims,

they all collapsed
to their knees out of gratitude.

Writers,

they always want the last word.

But this...

This was never
about quitting these things.

But you knew that.

I needed a new suit anyway.