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.
Caldas de Reis with its charm…
Another day mostly spent walking through nature. With less than 100km to Santiago, pilgrims are usually within sight but all have ample private space.
City shots…
Without wiggle room at the end, I can’t take the Spiritual Route deviation including a stay at a Monastery and a boat excursion. The boat ride is along the same water passage St. James’ body was transported. Lesson learned…add flex days to travel plans.
The backdrop of Portuguese church bells is missing. Melodies mark the hour and striking of the bell mark the half hour. On Sunday mornings, bells ring incessantly.
The sand is quickly slipping through the hour glass. Soon the arrival of Santiago will be here. For now the silence of the day and the reunion of faces brings the greatest joy. The jubilance of Santiago is four days away.
Linda Scandore 