Well here I am, just had a big breakfast…pondering the end of my Camino and indeed this blog: )
It has been the most wonderful 5 weeks and I know it’ll stay with me for a long time to come and hopefully the lessons I’ve learned along the way will be with me forever….
It was with great enthusiasm yesterday, that I pulled on my special boots: ) and set of down the track towards Finisterre.
I’d had a lovely night the night before, having dinner with a few from the UK, one of whom was Niall,who started this walk on the same day as me from St Jean. Niall,had decided also to keep walking but was going to walk all the way to Finisterre.
I ended up walking about 22 kms yesterday and I had a really special day! I’m so glad that I had realised that the Camino for me was not quite finished.
My arrival in Santiago had been wonderful but to me didn’t feel complete. As you know, I had been thinking of catching the bus to Finisterre, which is symbolically the end of the walk but I was anxious of feeling a little like a tourist and feeling disappointed. Also I was desperate to get my head back into the same space where it had been for much of the walk, before the last 100 kms…when we were inundated with so many others along the way.
So yesterday..I walked again, thought deeply, sang…danced…reflected, immersed myself in this very beautiful part of the walk and had a wonderful, wonderful day : ) Now I can honestly say to you that my Caminos over….although as I write this, there’s tears in my eyes : ) not just tears of sadness but also those of reflection and of warm happy emotions.
The 22 kms that I walked today was very pretty. Lovely eucalyptus forests, pretty rural lanes, past quite substantial country houses….and up one very steep mountain!! Here I passed some cyclists who were struggling up the hill and joked that this was the one time that the legs were more effective than the wheels : )
I stopped in a delightful village,called Pontemaceira and had an an absolutely delicious lunch of Galician style squid on a bed of mashed carrot and potato…it was to die for!
As I was leaving, having decided to walk just another 5kms, then stop in the next village and catch the bus back to Santiago…..I ran into Niall and another man, who I hadn’t met before, Karel,from South Africa. He walked very strongly, and had actually walked from Barcelona….I think he said that he had walked over 1300 kms : ) I walked with him for the final 5 kms of my Camino and had a really lovely chat. It was a special way to end this wonderful journey. Hopefully, sometime in the future we will meet again..somewhere….: )
Last night I caught up with a few of the wonderful people I have met to have a few drinks and say some final goodbyes.
Today….I’m having lunch with Garry…who organised my accommodation and indeed organised me on the trusty mobile on the many occasions when I got a little lost….very hard to do mind you on the Camino, as the arrows are so dominant : ) and then I’m heading out to the airport at 3.30 pm to catch my flight to Mallorca, where I’m meeting my gorgeous girl Ali, for a few days Yay!!!
I think she’s looking forward to a little bit of mothering…and I’m looking forward to giving it : )
Well, my friends…sadly it’s time for me to go. Thank you for reading my ramblings and hopefully you’ve gleaned a little from them, of what this walk was about. Maybe one day, if you haven’t already…you may walk it yourselves. You really should.. : )
Bye for now,
Love and big hugs,