Today is a day of rest, sort of anyway I end up walking about 10 miles around town gathering information and finding out how I was going to get back to Lisbon on my return from Finisterra to catch my flight home. I visit the train station, the bus station, an office next to the Pilgrims office where you can book your bus trips on various bus lines. My plan is on Monday to head out and walk to Negreria, Tuesday Oliveira, Wednesday Muxia, Thursday Finisterra, Friday catch the bus back to Santiago, Saturday bus to Lisbon and stay two nights, having a day to look around and enjoy Lisbon and then fly home.
I woke up to an overcast sky with a rainbow. Well in fact two rainbows, you can see the faint outline above the first.
I crossed the road and ate a cooked breakfast in a cafe opposite. My biggest fear throughout the Camino has been if I stop walking I won't want to start again. Today, I feel very tired.
Walking around I find I am staying right on the path out of town for the direction to Muxia and Finisterra. You can walk to either, and then onto the other. As you can see from the sign Finisterra, or Fisterra in local dialect is 89.586 Km, and Muxia is 86.482 Km. I have decided because of bus schedules to walk to Muxia then onto Finisterra.
The city today feels deserted, but I am looking forward to getting on the trail and to be away from people. Although my tiredness initially just makes me want to quit, but by the end of the day my mood has lifted after three good meals and some snacks as well.
This is a back door to the cathedral, last night I saw some troubadors juggling fire here with a crowd gathered round, today it is quiet. I spend time in and around the cathedral, watching people arrive, seeing the emotions on people. I bump into Kirsten, Jochen, the German priest I had mentioned, two other German ladies I had met on the journey and then I saw Sandy, nickname New Jersey as she arrived. There is a wonderful camraderie among everyone wh knows each other.
As I had down this walkway I suddenly realize the scene in front of me could have been from a year in any decade over the last few centuries as these nuns were walking in front of me.
After a wonderful dinner, I head back to my airbnb, thankful that it lies again right on the Camino path to Muxia for the morning, no wasted steps. I lie in bed thinking aboiut what I have walked and if this next stage of the journey will help me bring closure to my thoughts, as arriving in Santiago de Compostella has not.
Still more miles to walk, but I am looking forward to it with excitement about what it holds. And with that I drift off to sleep.
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