That's us at the Cathedral
That's not us!
John in Neville's hat
Inside the Cathedral
Last days walking and a strange mood enveloping the group - mixed emotions, weariness and fatigue, a desire to savour the last moments but a desire to get there and be done with it.
The walk into Santiago was not momentous but I had not built it up to be so - so no disappointments there. If anything it was better than expected - pretty country paths that skirted the airport, the same Galician farming villages. And then leafy suburbs with rose gardens leading straight to the big ringroad network and the city itself. No endless industrial suburbs to walk through.
As the day wore on , there was a competition as to who was the slowest in the group - me, recovering from a cold and no breath or Ruth who became progressively wearied and by the time we were 5 kms away complained of tummy upset. When we arrived at Albergue Aquario she collapsed onto a top bunk.
A pilgrim
Another pilgrim!
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