Well, the short days didn’t happen.. I ended up doing 22km and then 19km.. maybe not huge days but more than I planned. The asphalt/trail ratio has improved slightly which my feet are thankful for. The path has provided much of the same kind of scenery.. an occasional small sleepy village.. a trundle through some trees.. back on the road.. another small village… And repeat.
As I sit here writing this I’m 24km from Santiago.. that means I’ve walked roughly 216km on this route.. added to the Camino Frances it means I’ve done over 1000 km of Camino walking this year.. I guess that’s something to be proud of..
The next thing I need to do is work out what happens when I get to Santiago.. do I carry on to Finisterra.. or find myself a cheap bed somewhere and stay horizontal until I fly home..
Celine already has her path worked out.. tomorrow she’s jogging off into the sunset without me.. she’s hoping to walk the 90ish km to Finisterra in two days.. obviously she’s distraught at having to leave me but I’ve reassured her that I’ll be with her in spirit.. she’s hiding her sadness well.. whenever we talk about her walking alone she positively lights up with joy and excitement.. I can tell it’s all an act..
It’s time to share our last walking buddy meal together. the bar has just wheeled out a huge TV..
I’m hoping that they are going to show grease or maybe dirty dancing… You haven’t lived until you’ve heard me sing Summer lovin’