My body is tired. I am trying to channel these two women I met earlier in my Camino who would pause outside of a town to enjoy arriving rather than rushing in. I only have two days of walking left; I should savor them. Tomorrow is only 17km. That will be the shortest day I have had since June 8. I’m looking forward to it. Now if only I could have some sun, too. Today was gray and misty. I still feel chilly from my arrival in Santiago several days ago after 9 hours of walking in the rain.
Today I found a walker who was my speed. Luis, aged 82, was a local Spaniard—not a pilgrim—who was following Lola the dog through his little town. He held an umbrella in one hand and a walking stick in the other. We chatted for a while before I bid him goodbye. It’s good to be able to speak Spanish with townspeople.
I’m staying in a tiny settlement. There are only a handful of pilgrims at the albergue. This is the final albergue I will be staying at.
Galicia continues to be green and beautiful.
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