Mom is Santiago
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Book Introduction
A son who writes and draws goes on a trip with his mother. Includes emotional photos and drawings capturing the spring and fall scenery of Santiago. “Son, do you want to walk to Santiago with me?” One day, a son who suddenly set out on the 800-kilometer pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela after hearing a word from his mother. Walking at my mother's leisurely pace, I discover unfamiliar beauties on the road, meet travelers from all over the world, and experience a trip a little different from anything I've ever done before. On a spring day when I returned after walking only halfway, and on an autumn day when I returned to the place where I had stopped and finished walking the rest of the way, the author captured the story of two seasons with drawings and photographs imbued with his sensibility. Santiago's spring and autumn scenery can also be seen in the limited edition reader gift photo postcard appendix. While walking the Camino, the son encounters many aspects of his mother. A high school girl smiling brightly like spring, a lost child bursting into tears, a daughter missing her deceased mother, a wife missing her husband who left her far away, a daughter-in-law worried that she might not be able to attend her father-in-law's memorial service... The countless expressions and diverse lives of my mother, which I had never been curious about before, unfold on the road. The son finally begins to understand his mother. And I decide to respect my mother's life. The pilgrimage to Santiago, which was once a mother's 'dream road', has become a dreamlike experience for her son, who confesses, 'Every step was better because I was with you.' |
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Prologue A good season for walking with mom
Part 1 / Santiago in Spring
#01 Really, can we go together?
#02 Joining local Sherpas
#03 The first day couldn't be smooth
#04 The Appearance of a Comrade
#05 Stuck in the Pyrenees' Snowstorm
#06 Still, let us walk
#07 Birthday Card for Dad
#08 Senior Citizens' Music Band Formed!
#09 A spring breeze blows like a blanket
#10 Should we just go home?
#11 How to Forgive on the Hill of Forgiveness
#12 Stealing a Friend's Diary
#13 It's okay to take a day off
#14 Paper Crane
#15 The Birth of the Camino Family
#16 The Field of Stars Calls Us
#17 Mom's Tears
#18 Beyond a Hundred Miles
#19 An Ordinary Day in the Life of a Pilgrim
#20 We are issuing a special coupon for Parents' Day.
#21 Gypsy Life
#22 Camino's Guigoksan Lodge
#23 Santiago of the Brook family, mother and three children
#24 Everyday is a festival
#25 Walking Alone
#26 The Life of a Daughter-in-Law, Wife, and Mother
#27 Promista, Another Promise
- Mother and Son Spring Travel Diary
Part 2 / Santiago on an Autumn Day
#01 The Second Path, Still New
#02 Meeting an Angel
#03 The path following the stars
#04 Every moment of our lives
#05 Game One, Word Chain
#06 Play Two, B-grade dubbed movie scenario
#07 Mom draws a picture
#08 Simple but Big Hearts
#09 A Glamorous Night at the Parador
#10 Yoga Class at Green Albergue
#11 I've been to Korea
#12 Can we stop for a moment?
#13 Mom is gone!
#14 Mom's Mom
#15 200 kilometers to Santiago
#16 Meeting the Angel Again
#17 Camino Lifer
#18 Sharing a tangerine
#19 Prayer of a 'Nylon Believer'
#20 Walking in the Darkness
#21 The power of a walnut
#22 Twinkle Twinkle Variations
#23 My backpack is gone!
#24 How I remember this trip
#25 Walking Together I
#26 Walking Together II
#27 Just this one word
#28 Saying I love you
- Mother and Son's Autumn Travel Diary
epilogue Did Mom's wish come true?
Prologue A good season for walking with mom
Part 1 / Santiago in Spring
#01 Really, can we go together?
#02 Joining local Sherpas
#03 The first day couldn't be smooth
#04 The Appearance of a Comrade
#05 Stuck in the Pyrenees' Snowstorm
#06 Still, let us walk
#07 Birthday Card for Dad
#08 Senior Citizens' Music Band Formed!
#09 A spring breeze blows like a blanket
#10 Should we just go home?
#11 How to Forgive on the Hill of Forgiveness
#12 Stealing a Friend's Diary
#13 It's okay to take a day off
#14 Paper Crane
#15 The Birth of the Camino Family
#16 The Field of Stars Calls Us
#17 Mom's Tears
#18 Beyond a Hundred Miles
#19 An Ordinary Day in the Life of a Pilgrim
#20 We are issuing a special coupon for Parents' Day.
#21 Gypsy Life
#22 Camino's Guigoksan Lodge
#23 Santiago of the Brook family, mother and three children
#24 Everyday is a festival
#25 Walking Alone
#26 The Life of a Daughter-in-Law, Wife, and Mother
#27 Promista, Another Promise
- Mother and Son Spring Travel Diary
Part 2 / Santiago on an Autumn Day
#01 The Second Path, Still New
#02 Meeting an Angel
#03 The path following the stars
#04 Every moment of our lives
#05 Game One, Word Chain
#06 Play Two, B-grade dubbed movie scenario
#07 Mom draws a picture
#08 Simple but Big Hearts
#09 A Glamorous Night at the Parador
#10 Yoga Class at Green Albergue
#11 I've been to Korea
#12 Can we stop for a moment?
#13 Mom is gone!
#14 Mom's Mom
#15 200 kilometers to Santiago
#16 Meeting the Angel Again
#17 Camino Lifer
#18 Sharing a tangerine
#19 Prayer of a 'Nylon Believer'
#20 Walking in the Darkness
#21 The power of a walnut
#22 Twinkle Twinkle Variations
#23 My backpack is gone!
#24 How I remember this trip
#25 Walking Together I
#26 Walking Together II
#27 Just this one word
#28 Saying I love you
- Mother and Son's Autumn Travel Diary
epilogue Did Mom's wish come true?
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Into the book
Mom doesn't move at all.
I felt something was wrong, so I looked again and saw that she was crying.
I cried out loud like a child who had lost his way.
Even though the cathedral has become quiet after everyone has left, only the sound of my mother's crying remains, and it does not stop.
(Omitted) I just stayed far away and waited for my mom to stop crying.
At the same time, a thousand thoughts come to mind.
Is it because this road is difficult?
Is it because I can't believe that I'm walking the path I've dreamed of for so long?
Could it be the complex emotions that arise as the countless lives I encounter while walking intersect with my mother's life?
I wonder if I did something wrong.
Anyway, I thought I shouldn't disturb her until she finished crying.
Because it was the most unfamiliar yet at the same time the most honest sight of my mother that I had ever seen.
Because even mom is a person who can cry like this.
--- p.94 'Mother's Tears'
When in my life will I ever clink so many wine glasses and beer glasses again?
Perhaps it was because every day was a festival that I walked this difficult path to get here.
Maybe it's because we celebrated small things, shared small moments, and held our own festival.
I want to do that when I get home too.
Because the weather is nice, because you miss someone, because you found some fun music, because you cooked something and didn't want to eat it alone, or for no reason at all.
I want to hold a small festival like that.
I want to spend the days of celebration together.
--- p.130 'Days of Festival Every Day'
Mom's pattern was the same.
After drawing for a bit and complaining that I couldn't draw anymore, I heard a few words of encouragement and praise, then drew a bit more and finished it, and finished it with something like, 'It looks pretty from afar!'
The number of pictures of my mother, who needs so much attention, is increasing one by one.
The pictures become 'Mom's Camino Flower Guide' with name tags that Mom put on them as she pleased.
(Omitted) After walking all the way to work, I have to stop by a small flower shop in Barcelona.
I need to buy some paints, some watercolor paper, and pick out a small brush that will match my mom's.
--- p.186 'Mom draws a picture'
It's just one of the countless graffiti I've seen while walking the Camino.
Countless messages of support and declarations of love appear whenever there is a flat object on which to write, such as the back of a sign, a tunnel, or a bridge.
My mom passed by without even looking at the graffiti, but I, who was following behind, stopped in my tracks for a long time.
Tears were flowing without me knowing it.
Walking one step behind your mother is useful in times like these.
(Omitted) Before this road ends, I also want to say this one thing to my mother.
It was nice to be with my mom every step of the way.
He said it was better to walk in step with his mother.
I felt something was wrong, so I looked again and saw that she was crying.
I cried out loud like a child who had lost his way.
Even though the cathedral has become quiet after everyone has left, only the sound of my mother's crying remains, and it does not stop.
(Omitted) I just stayed far away and waited for my mom to stop crying.
At the same time, a thousand thoughts come to mind.
Is it because this road is difficult?
Is it because I can't believe that I'm walking the path I've dreamed of for so long?
Could it be the complex emotions that arise as the countless lives I encounter while walking intersect with my mother's life?
I wonder if I did something wrong.
Anyway, I thought I shouldn't disturb her until she finished crying.
Because it was the most unfamiliar yet at the same time the most honest sight of my mother that I had ever seen.
Because even mom is a person who can cry like this.
--- p.94 'Mother's Tears'
When in my life will I ever clink so many wine glasses and beer glasses again?
Perhaps it was because every day was a festival that I walked this difficult path to get here.
Maybe it's because we celebrated small things, shared small moments, and held our own festival.
I want to do that when I get home too.
Because the weather is nice, because you miss someone, because you found some fun music, because you cooked something and didn't want to eat it alone, or for no reason at all.
I want to hold a small festival like that.
I want to spend the days of celebration together.
--- p.130 'Days of Festival Every Day'
Mom's pattern was the same.
After drawing for a bit and complaining that I couldn't draw anymore, I heard a few words of encouragement and praise, then drew a bit more and finished it, and finished it with something like, 'It looks pretty from afar!'
The number of pictures of my mother, who needs so much attention, is increasing one by one.
The pictures become 'Mom's Camino Flower Guide' with name tags that Mom put on them as she pleased.
(Omitted) After walking all the way to work, I have to stop by a small flower shop in Barcelona.
I need to buy some paints, some watercolor paper, and pick out a small brush that will match my mom's.
--- p.186 'Mom draws a picture'
It's just one of the countless graffiti I've seen while walking the Camino.
Countless messages of support and declarations of love appear whenever there is a flat object on which to write, such as the back of a sign, a tunnel, or a bridge.
My mom passed by without even looking at the graffiti, but I, who was following behind, stopped in my tracks for a long time.
Tears were flowing without me knowing it.
Walking one step behind your mother is useful in times like these.
(Omitted) Before this road ends, I also want to say this one thing to my mother.
It was nice to be with my mom every step of the way.
He said it was better to walk in step with his mother.
--- p.279 'Just this one word'
Publisher's Review
Slowly walking 800 kilometers on the dream road
Walking with Mom
Son, Journeying Through Mom's Life
How much do we understand about our mothers' lives?
Weren't those who were once girls, who were women, or perhaps still retain that appearance, tightly bound together under the name of 'mother'?
This book contains the two seasons and 800 kilometers of travel time that a son, who had never been curious about his mother's life, traveled with his mother.
The author, a man in his late 20s who plays the viola, draws, writes for the monthly magazine PAPER, and studies design.
He is closer to a 'herbivore man' than a 'macho man', and he is a wonderful son that mothers of this era wish for, who is as kind as a daughter and as affectionate as a friend.
But, although he is sensitive, he is also an ordinary 'Geon-ah' from South Korea who has never traveled for a long time alone with his mother.
The author, having followed her to a distant foreign land, finally gets to see his mother's true face and the many facets of her life.
Thinking about the life of a person called 'mother', not someone you can just whine about, not a troublesome meddler who nags you every day, you are surprised by the many sides of her that you didn't know about, and you finally cheer her on.
I am amazed by my mother's flower painting skills, which I am seeing for the first time in my life, and I listen to my mother's stories about the stars while looking up at the stars that seem to be pouring down in the dark night sky, and I learn the language of my mother's generation while playing word games.
They become a mother and daughter who are more affectionate than any other mother and daughter.
Dreaming of being a slow traveler
For mother and son, the Camino and Santiago are not destinations to be rushed to.
It was the same for the slow travelers I met as I walked slowly, keeping pace with my mother's steps.
My friend Youngjin, who insisted on carrying my mother's bag, and walked with me, even if it was only for a short time; Aesun from Miami, who became part of the "Camino family"; the Brook family, who walked together in remembrance of their deceased father; and an elderly couple who could barely walk while carrying oxygen tanks.
Everyone's story of finding Santiago was different, but everyone walked together, slowly savoring the path and healing their hearts.
For the pilgrims, the splendid spring and fall scenery of the Camino, and the simple daily routine of walking, resting, and eating, were more precious than completing the pilgrimage.
The photographs, which capture the author's warm style and unique perspective, and the drawings, which capture the Camino landscape like scrapbooks, lead us into the heart of the journey of slow travelers.
Every day of the mother and son's trip was a festival.
The 800-kilometer pilgrimage, the two seasons of companionship, was a path for the son to get closer to his mother and a time when their hearts overlapped.
Therefore, I believe.
I hope that both mother and son will one day set off on another path of dreams.
And to the readers of this article, I hope that one day, the precious time of walking in step with your mother will come as a gift.
Walking with Mom
Son, Journeying Through Mom's Life
How much do we understand about our mothers' lives?
Weren't those who were once girls, who were women, or perhaps still retain that appearance, tightly bound together under the name of 'mother'?
This book contains the two seasons and 800 kilometers of travel time that a son, who had never been curious about his mother's life, traveled with his mother.
The author, a man in his late 20s who plays the viola, draws, writes for the monthly magazine PAPER, and studies design.
He is closer to a 'herbivore man' than a 'macho man', and he is a wonderful son that mothers of this era wish for, who is as kind as a daughter and as affectionate as a friend.
But, although he is sensitive, he is also an ordinary 'Geon-ah' from South Korea who has never traveled for a long time alone with his mother.
The author, having followed her to a distant foreign land, finally gets to see his mother's true face and the many facets of her life.
Thinking about the life of a person called 'mother', not someone you can just whine about, not a troublesome meddler who nags you every day, you are surprised by the many sides of her that you didn't know about, and you finally cheer her on.
I am amazed by my mother's flower painting skills, which I am seeing for the first time in my life, and I listen to my mother's stories about the stars while looking up at the stars that seem to be pouring down in the dark night sky, and I learn the language of my mother's generation while playing word games.
They become a mother and daughter who are more affectionate than any other mother and daughter.
Dreaming of being a slow traveler
For mother and son, the Camino and Santiago are not destinations to be rushed to.
It was the same for the slow travelers I met as I walked slowly, keeping pace with my mother's steps.
My friend Youngjin, who insisted on carrying my mother's bag, and walked with me, even if it was only for a short time; Aesun from Miami, who became part of the "Camino family"; the Brook family, who walked together in remembrance of their deceased father; and an elderly couple who could barely walk while carrying oxygen tanks.
Everyone's story of finding Santiago was different, but everyone walked together, slowly savoring the path and healing their hearts.
For the pilgrims, the splendid spring and fall scenery of the Camino, and the simple daily routine of walking, resting, and eating, were more precious than completing the pilgrimage.
The photographs, which capture the author's warm style and unique perspective, and the drawings, which capture the Camino landscape like scrapbooks, lead us into the heart of the journey of slow travelers.
Every day of the mother and son's trip was a festival.
The 800-kilometer pilgrimage, the two seasons of companionship, was a path for the son to get closer to his mother and a time when their hearts overlapped.
Therefore, I believe.
I hope that both mother and son will one day set off on another path of dreams.
And to the readers of this article, I hope that one day, the precious time of walking in step with your mother will come as a gift.
GOODS SPECIFICS
- Date of issue: June 16, 2014
- Page count, weight, size: 296 pages | 438g | 135*195*18mm
- ISBN13: 9788992533652
- ISBN10: 8992533659
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