View from my bedroom window. Mont Blanc lays beyond this mountain range.
Restoration at Pomier Abby. I wish I knew more.
Not only does Gǐte Fromagerie have no cows, it also makes no cheese. Disappointment. However, a charming place to stay.
Daily delights…
Who could resist a man in uniform?
I find what I seek in this unexpected church. Contentment. Peace. Gregorian chants fill the space. Slipping my shoes off, I listen, look, rest, and give thanks.
My pilgrims who arrived today.
With a 5:00am break in the rain, I began the final walk to Santiago. The lull was short and sweet. Dry shoes transitioned to damp and to watered logged shoes. Soaked shoes are freeing because all efforts to avoid puddles can be ignored. I can think about better things. I think about history filled with pilgrims walking the same way.
My mind juggles between vague memories and outstandingly unforgettable memories from Camino 2022. Those special memories center around people and continue to bring joy.
Solitude seems illusive. The sounds and motion of many more pilgrims are a constant distraction.
Linda Scandore 