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... and the power of the ocean. I was enjoying the sunshine on my face, and took some time to reflect on my journey to get here. Even took off my boots to get the "end of a long journey" picture. They certainly did a great job of getting me here!
I remembered the "message" I received at the cathedral - that I needed to figure something out and come back. Ok. If this was the case, it seemed like the right place for it to happen ;) I'm not sure what I expected - maybe a ...
... to Finesterrre took me on a 42 day walking journey to the depths of my soul physically, emotionally and spiritually... The changing scenery and terrain, ramped you up for each stage --breaking down, tearing apart and than rebirth, renewal and transformation. The rugged Pyrennes starting me on my first day, which was the most challenging mountain climb, kicked my ass, and let me me know this trip was not for those weak in heart or soul. A "unseasoned pilgrim" not really ...
... t shirts because the Albergue was doing our washing! Wonderful to reach the final destination. Wonderful to stand at the end and look out on the ocean. Wonderful to simply sit on the rocks and ponder the journey we have taken.
At the end of the day we have done our 20kms. What does tomorrow bring when we don't get up, pack our packs, toss them onto our backs and walk on out the door and head west? No further west to go now, Going to be ...
... it is funny to watch. The down the street for beer and coffee with the walkers who had also stopped there. Everyone was happy and excited because we are so close now. Chatted over dinner to various people we had passed or met in a coffee stop and back fora final sleep on the Camino trail. We are all feeling a bit sad too that it is about to end. Time has passed quickly and we have seen so much in 18 days. Less than 20 km tomorrow, and we'll be ...
... caught the ferry back to Cagnes.
Unfortunately we found that the neighbours had hit the front of the car just in
front of the driver’s door; Rozanas parents had already had them complete the
Once sorted we drove to Combarro a small
seaside village known for Orreo’, very old stone rooms raised off the ground
for the storage of food, it’s old quarter and witches.