Hesperia Isla la Toja
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... to give our passports to David. We enjoyed some wines in a small bar opposite while waiting. It was exciting to finally receive them. Our hotel was a five minute walk away and was a lovely surprise. Absolutely gorgeous rooms. We had a very quick shower then Betty, Denise, Veronica and I walked back to the cathedral for 7.30 mass. We planned to arrive an hour early in case it was very full. It seemed quiet but was very peaceful sitting there ...
A lie in! No alarm! No sounds of peregrinos moving around! Bliss! A hotel breakfast followed, scrambled egg, salmon, cheeses, bacon, sausages, pastries even fruit. It was a wonderful change from coffee, toast and orange juice even if it did cost more than a bed on the camino. Today's objective was to obtain the Compostela, the certificate given to pilgrims who have walked, cycled ...
... dones", and snapping a pic we headed into mass. The mass was a good combo end to our journey. On the one hand, it was packed with people from all over the world who are somehow connected to this crazy Camino. On the other, it felt like the final pilgrim punishment with sitting and prolonged standing on our swollen sore feet. After mass we joined a line of pilgrims awaiting their official ...
... it was not a very eventful ride. Luckily on this type of train, the seats are comfortable so I was able to sleep the majority of the trip, something I usually have difficulty doing. Although we didn't utilize it, this train had a full car dedicated to a cafeteria and another for a bar, which I thought was cool. The expensive seats were actually small beds where people could lay down for the night. This was the same train route as the train that crashed this past July ...
... reassuring markers and no discernible way into the city – or off the bloody path – and the increasing conviction that you have been going the wrong way for the last three kilometres. I cried. Dannie called his mum. Matteo probably creased into a quiet but stoic frown. We all dealt with it in our own ways but I’ve no doubt that the relief we each felt when the path suddenly dipped into the back of the city and, before you know it, everything’s ...