I am 14 k.m. from the ¨end of the world.¨
After I said my sad goodbye to Becky in Santiago (see below), I immediately began walking to Finisterre.
The first day of walking was relatively easy, apart from a section of very steep climbing. After spending a few hours sitting by a river I found in a beautiful, small town, I made it to Negreira at 5:30 p.m. I should have been hastier because the hostel was full.
I slept outside that night. That´s right. I´m tough. In the company of a few fellow pilgrims. I put my backpack behind me, laid my sleeping bag at the front of the hostel, and put my purse in my sleeping bag. It was a horrible sleep, but I survived and it was an interesting experience. I have a photo to post later. FYI -- the coldest part of the night in Spain is 5 a.m.
I also have to mention that the showers (all women) did not have walls or doors -- just a big room. Whatever.
The second night was not much better. I got a bit lost and ended up walking about 40 k.m. in the blistering sun, only to arrive in Olveiroa to find the hostel full yet again. I slept on a gym mat in a barn-esque area of the hostel, which reeked of cow poop and was full of mosquitos. The good part about that was that I was forced to go out and party at the bar across the street, and I ended up meeting a lot of new, interesting pilgrims and local folk alike.
Tonight, I am in Cee. I am also sharing a room with two Germans at a one-star pension, which might as well be a Hilton considering the last few nights I´ve had.
People say that the beginning of the Camino is life, the dry Meseta signifies death, and the last, green bit in Galicia is rebirth.
I call the walk to Finisterre, CHILDHOOD. It is absolutely beautiful. It is very tough, as you are always walking up and down mini-mountains. Two blisters have emerged on my right foot, but I reached the ocean today and it is incredible.
Tomorrow, my Camino will end. I think I will head back to Santiago with these crazy Germans to celebrate once I finish.
- J
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3 comments:
I thought I was tough for sleeping in the airport in Paris, but those 2 nights you have had sound so much worse! I can't believe that twice in a row the hostels were full! As usual you are making the best of the situation, which is just awesome, I admire you so much! You will be rewarded tomorrow with an awesome walk to the end of the world. Buen Camino!
Don't fall off the end of the world, I hear it's quite the drop!
I read your blog quickly and thought you wrote that you stopped in Nigeria, and I couldnt figure out why there would be a city in Spain named after a country in Africa. Then I decided to slow down and whelp you didn't stop in Nigeria afterall...boo.
I can't believe the wonderful adventure you're having, really everyday I'm impressed with how tough you girls are ... and now how tough you continue to be!
Are you afraid of Zee Germans?
I, also, thought you got really lost and ended up in Nigeria, which would have been something. You continue to rock, sleeping outside of a hostel proves that more. It's awesome to have Becky back and we can't wait for you to join us. Best.
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