May 28th, 2018. Arzua to O Pedrouzo, Spain. Camino de Santiago.
Today we talked about life and what we’ve learned on the Camino, of various life stories – mostly to keep the conversation and laughter going – as we walked our second to last day on the Camino. We watched the kilometre markers count down (they are only available since Sarria).
It was another day of being grunted at, ignored or being told ‘gracias’ when I happily called out ‘Buen Camino’ to people as they pass by. Something I’ve done for the last the last 800km. These responses are mostly from those doing the 100km walk into Santiago.
It baffles me.
It really feels like a different Camino experience. It saddens me.
We talk about the parts of Spain we’ve walked through as we trudge along. What were our favourite parts etc…??? I think about all of the wisdom I’ve gained since I started, the insights, the learnings and you know what?! I’m going to write a book. I have decided that its something within that I want to share.
I’m sitting alone in a hotel room tonight. Not in an Albergue but a hotel. It’s much-needed quiet time as I gather myself for the last day of this journey. I spent time writing the last page in my Moleskine journal tonight. I have another that I have brought along with me that I plan to reflect in while I finish up in Santiago.
Tomorrow I have only 19km to walk.
I’ll walk into Santiago alone but also with Jerry and Sharon by my side. At the moment it feels both exciting and sad. I am ready for the walk to be over. My body is exhausted. I just want to sleep and be horizontal for about a week.
On the other hand, oh wow, this is almost over. I have created a routine that is essentially get up, brush my teeth, dress my feet, put on my shoes, grab my pack and go. After some kilometres, I stop for breakfast. Throughout the day, I stop for lunch and cups of tea, excuses to rest my feet. It’s become my life.
Tomorrow I will walk. Then I will celebrate. Then I will sleep.
Then reality can return to my life. Later.