The last 4 days on the Camino were noisy and busy, but just as beautiful. I think it’s the Caminos way of preparing you for your life off the trail again. The landscape here in Galicia is so lush and green. Foggy and moist in the mornings, until the fog dissipates and turns into warm sunshine. I hit one super rainy day leaving Arzúa and wished for nothing but my blanky and a hot cup of tea once I reached the hostel.
As I walked toward Santiago de Compostela I heard a plane flying over my head and suddenly I had tears in my eyes. This was it then, the end of my Camino. I knew early into my walk that I will come back again, but nonetheless, for now I’m saying good bye, and thank you. Thank you for giving me the time and space I needed to breathe, walk, and figure some things out. 713 miles, 29 days of meeting so many wonderful people, experiencing many different emotions, learning some important lessons, letting go of things that did not serve me any longer, sleeping in many different beds, tasting some wonderful and interesting foods and great wines, and seeing beautiful landscapes along the way.
I walked into Santiago with Tom from Texas. We met a day earlier, had lovely conversations, and he asked if I would mind if he walked with me the rest of the way. There was a great sense of excitement and laughter on the trail that day, and the city was buzzing with all these different energies. Coming through the gate and walking onto the plaza I felt the presence of all the people that have made this pilgrimage before me, dating all the way back to the 9th century.
Tom and I had a very nice lunch and parted ways. I went back to the plaza and sat there for a long time, just watching people celebrating their own arrivals.
The next day and a half I took in all the sights and sounds, said good bye to people I met along the way, enjoyed some amazing foods and also decided to go to the Peregrino office to see how long the line might be to get the official certificate. Wouldn’t ya know it, all in all it took less than 15 minutes. I was not going to get it, as people have been saying the lines are 3 + hours long. The cathedral was closed and there was no mass, I missed the bus to Finisterre, but went to the museum next to the cathedral.
I’m looking forward to the next time.
Good bye Santiago de Compostela, and hello Berlin🙂