On Sunday I crossed the beautiful Mino River into Portomarin.
From this town onward one of the specialties is pulpo--octopus. They boil it so it is very tender & sprinkled with just the right spices.
If all goes as planned I will be in Santiago on Friday morning. It seems so strange after all this time of walking all day, every day, that it will be over soon. There is a group of people I have been traveling with for a while. We don't walk together but we stay together at night & eat dinner together. We'll miss each other. Mary is from Germany (she's the youngest @ 24), Rose & Pat & Bill are from Austrailia, Lynne is from Wales & now from southern Spain.
There are many things on the Camino that I will miss. I'll miss the camraidery. I'll miss the beauty of the countryside & the fact that in walking you become part of it, not just an observer of it. I'll miss the tenacious flowers.
I'll miss the villages of stone buildings
and the tables & chairs lining the sidewalks in front of every cafe & bar everywhere, both in the cities & the tiny villiages. I'll miss the warm sun that doesn't set until 9:30pm.
I WON'T miss the top bunks (when you walk on the slower side that's usually all that's left!)
I won't really miss the communal bathrooms either!
But it's all part of experience, & it has
been quite an experience both spiritually & physically. Just finishing dinner @ 8:30.
Buen Camino!
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