I’m sitting here in Santiago’s airport at 6am waiting for my flight home, reflecting on the past two days.
So Friday was a rest day where we could simply be in Santiago to take in the sights and sounds without the hassle of queuing for our Compostela certificate or going to Mass as we’d done that on Thursday when we arrived.
We were really lucky with everything for our whole walk; the weather, accommodation, food, toilet facilities, superb little finds along the way, including getting our certificate and going to Mass at the end of our journey when they swung the Botefumerio. We learned that Thursday was Corpus Christi, so that was why it was swung. Pilgrims hoping for the usual Friday swinging were disappointed.
So Friday was a lazy day and we surfaced about 12, had breakfast and went out souvenir shopping. We generally lazed about, drank and ate, in moderation of course.
Saturday we had booked a tour to Muxia and Finistarre. We started out by coach going to Muxia and arrived there 1 hour 15 minutes later. I was shocked, that was 3 days walking done so quickly by road. I know I shouldn’t be surprised, but walking across an entire country sure puts things in a different perspective. Muxia was the icing on the cake and a superb ending to a wonderful journey. Even so, I couldn’t help feeling a little bit of a fraud for not walking there, almost like I had not deserved it. Finistarre (the end of the world) felt different, too commercialised, crowded and not at all like the end of a journey.
So, I’m sitting here having said goodbye to my dear friends, it was hugs all round this morning. I said goodbye to Denis a few moments ago and he gave me something to read on the plane home. I think I’ll keep it for when I get home though as I don’t want to embarrass myself by crying in the middle of the flight.
As I sit here, I can see and hear people crying and sniffling as they say goodbye to their friends or sit alone looking at photos they have taken on their journeys. You can almost hear them thinking and planning their next Camino. It’s time to go home.