Camino Diary, Day 32

I don’t have a cold anymore. The cold has me. I took cold meds last night and that caused me to sleep in and get a late start. I was groggy as we started and walked very slowly as our day started. Knowing we would have a short day, I wasn’t feeling the urgency to start walking. We dropped off the key to our room and decided to grab breakfast along the way.

The rhythm has become so normal for us that we made very good time and we were almost to our stopping point when we paused for breakfast. I ate an empanada with bacon y queso with fruity ice tea to drink. I took stock of my feet. The left foot is a mess, the right foot was slightly better than the day before. Both feet were grateful for the short day.

I’m hoping that both feet will heal quickly once we’re off the Way because Ireland is still ahead of me and I now we will be walking a lot.

There was a lot to see in Arzua. Visited church buildings, went in to explore, take pictures and pray through my list and the Lord’s Prayer. That prayer has provided a lot of rich meditation time.

Walking around Arzua we came across a seafood food truck. The special that day was mussels with a pickled emulsion. I like mussels but they lost me at “pickeled.” Stopped at a bar for a coke while we waited for our albergue to open for pilgrims. The cold meds had worn off and the cold symptoms were hitting me hard. Got our beds, got my shower and sorted out my bed and clothes for tomorrow. Each night I would go to bed wearing my next day’s hiking clothes so that I could wake up and get going with the least amount to noise so as to cut down on noise for sleeping pilgrims.

From Sarria onwards there is money to be made for tourist operators. There are a surprising (to me) number of pilgrims who have joined the Way, both from the other paths and starting fresh in Sarria. Shops and places to eat and drink and sleep are more plentiful than ever.

One thing I reflected on today, because of a near miss, is the PTSD I’m taking home that comes from sharing the path with bicycles. There have a been a lot of near misses along the whole journey and the sound of a little bell ringing behind me has created a pavlovian response of jumping to the side and shouting “Bike!” for those walking ahead of me.

At our albergue I go over the brief itinerary that remains for us. Tomorrow, Pedrouza, the next day, Monte del Gozo (a very calculated stop – it’s equivalent to a golfer “laying up” before a hole. Typically not a stopping place but again, my sabbatical timing and finances made this decision for me.) and finally we will arrive in Santiago. It doesn’t seem real. It doesn’t seem possible. And the feeling of “I don’t want this to end” is greater than ever. I noted in my journal that tomorrow night we will sleep closer to the Santiago airport than we will be when we sleep in Santiago.

Today, because of the multitude of cow paths we were on or crossed today I contemplated this bit of Camino wisdom – “Sometimes there’s crap all over the road you are on but that doesn’t mean you have to step in it and take it with you.”

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