Can't seem to get plans nailed down; still basking in the Camino afterglow/letdown. It feels particularly good to be in one place not repacking each day, but I'm missing the act of moving forward. My foot, however, is appreciating the rest.
We enjoyed lunch in the monastery's huge dining room while listening to a free live concert of the Lugo philharmonic orchestra in the cloisters. The acoustics in the monastery are marvellous.
The afternoon included two post Camino rituals, practiced for centuries. We hugged the statue of the apostle St. James in gratitude for arriving in Santiago and filed past the location of his remains.
Reading our Camino experiences you must wonder if we're the only ones with stories of unlikely synchronicity. Tonight we met Liliana from Colombia. She told us of her most difficult day on the trail, feeling as if she couldn't go another step. Just then she saw a Camino mileage marker and on it her brother's name, Adolfo, followed by the Spanish word for "walk."
Her brother had died in an accident at the age of 21. These Camino stories are bewildering.
Unexplained for sure. Lot s of great memories for you both!
Posted by: Margaret Smith | October 26, 2015 at 03:44 PM