In Galicia We Trust
Trip Start Sep 05, 2012
27Trip End May 16, 2013
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I believe last time around I spent an inordinate amount of time whining and complaining about all the rain we had been getting, how wet we had ended up as a result, and how disheartening the whole experience was. Well, as it turns out, we haven´t had any rain since myself and Laynni purchased our our fancy/expensive and cheap/heavy rain gear, respectively
One downside has been Laynni´s wavering health - she´s been fighting a back and forth battle with a cold, slight fever and overall sluggishness (steadfastly refusing to believe that part could have anything to do with the 700 kilometres or so she´s hiked in the past 4 weeks). It doesn´t appear to be anything serious, like tuberculosis, or a horribly overworked colon, but it has nonetheless led to plenty of determined frowning and even some wild experiments with whiskey and over the counter Spanish drugs. So far, so groggy.
Anyway, my time is running low so I should wrap up. I need to go browse the net waves for news of fellow pilgrims. The last few days have been a confusing mess of shifting groups, fluctuating schedules, unrealized plans and found and lost friends, much like those first hilarious minutes after you light an animal shelter on fire. And with a strangely similar amount of barking. Plans P.S. (Post Santiago) are finally on the horizon, with everyone comparing notes and plans and goals:
I intend to make it in time for Sunday mass...
I want to be in Finisterre on the night of the..
I need to leave Santiago on this date...
I plan to stalk that girl from the shadows all the way to...
And such. Bottom line is we´ve all made a lot of good friends who we´ve spent far more time than is normal, usual or probably healthy living in close proximity to, and as of next week we´ll pretty much all be suddenly heading our separate ways. It promises to be abrupt, shocking, sad and a bit of a relief all at the same time. Kind of like when I found my first grey pubic hair.
Anyway, the countdown is on. Sunday, maybe Monday at the latest, we should be full-fledged and licensed Compostela Pilgrims. And no one will care but us. Hoorah.
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