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... retrospect, maybe that's why we didn't feel the drive to go to the Plaza as soon as we arrived in Santiago. While I'm sure there'd have been music to accompany an earlier arrival, we'd have missed the spectacular glow of the evening, and the relative privacy and stillness of that moment standing quietly in front of the Cathedral. Our arrival was slow and personal and emotional. It was perfect.
We went to have a glass of champagne at the Parador that ...
I am so happy to have arrived at the end of my Camino Frances journey in Santiago de Compostela. Another 20km day in heavy rain showers and sunny spells lead me to where all the Camino routes have converged for centuries. There is no welcoming ceremony or fanfare, just the realisation that there are no more yellow arrows or scallops shells to follow (well, for 24 ...
... hundreds of years ahead of us and following in a continuous trail behind us with that joyous entry into the city gates repeated daily thousands of times over. It's not an intellectual reshuffling, even donkeys can walk the camino, but just happens along the way. I like the way the walk is somewhat immune to modern conceptions self-transformation (although you could probably squeeze that out if that's what your way required). I daresay that we will all come back the same people ...
... the distance still to be covered, which we found both annoying and disconcerting. There were no handy bars for coffee, just a continual slog along concrete/asphalt roads. We finally reached Monte do Gozo and its weird papal statue and started on the downhill stretch into Santiago de Compostela. Half way down we passed the gate to our booked hotel accommodation which meant that we would have a steep uphill walk to get back to it later. Down and along we went, over ...
... to the day. We drove past the
medieval city of Lugo and turned off to a small village for lunch. Of course,
the server could not understand English and we were at a loss to understand the
menu. I happened to see ‘sandwiches’ written on the door and we pounced on the
word. AHA! She came out of the kitchen with a chunk of ham, a big hunk of cheese
and a head of lettuce. After more gesturing and fingerpointing and ...