overnight at the mount of joy

After a long day of 35 km from Arzúa, I arrived at Monte de Gozo with Kay, Oscar and Fernando. The walk went through forests and villages again today, with fragrant eucalyptus trees shedding their bark. The 2 hrs of morning fog finally burned off to leave us with sunshine through the trees. We walked mostly alone, meeting up for coffee breaks. It was the right way to do the last big day.

Tomorrow we will walk 5 km to the cathedral, get our compostela, and attend the pilgrim mass at noon. Then we'll head to our hostel and transform ourselves into regular people as we get ready to meet some of our other friends for a "family gathering", reuniting the families of friends who ate Ricardo's marvelous paella in Carrion de los Condes. Monday K, F, O continue to Finisterre, but I will do it in a day trip on the bus, just to see the ocean and throw my socks in it.

I'm feeling sad, I don't want it to end. I keep thinking of how I might do this next time. Strange. Good thing I'll have lots of time in trains and planes to think things through.