Polly and Annie left for Finisterre around 6:30 and I left the aubergue for the bus station around 8. It was a short but painful walk. I thought I could catch an earlier bus than the 10:00 that Pillar had told me about. The online schedule said there was an 8:45 bus, a fellow at the bus station said 8:40. The bus ended up leaving at 9. It was only a 15 minute bus ride to Finisterre and then I would have to decide if I could walk the mile and a half each way. I was doubtful.
And so did I. Slow...tentative at times, but determined. Even though I will have to come back to get the compostela because I didn't walk Lago to Finisterre, this was a great way to end my Camino. I am happy. Annie, Polly and I walked back to Finisterre to find the bus stop crowded with people. Almost all of them had bought tickets. I saw Jacob, the young chap from the Republic of Czech and gave him a quick hug. Polly and I were going back to Santiago but we had no tickets. It didn't matter unless there were 70 seats on the bus and 70 people had tickets but you did not. We said goodbye to Annie who was heading to Muxia for a day and boarded the bus. It was a 3 hour trip with stops at pretty little coastal towns. Once in Santiago I said goodbye to Polly who was headed back to the Seminario Albergue. I could sense some apprehension about finding it, but I think she's going to be just fine. She has plans to meet me at the Cathedral tomorrow for mass. It's Pentecost...a holy day for the church, and I am hoping to see the botofumiere.
I met a very nice woman on the bus from Salem, Oregon. She shared some of the trials of her walk...shin splints, plantar fascists, blisters, getting a fellow pilgrim to the emergency room, sleeping in an albergue that was being rennovated because there was nothing else...her legs hurt so much she wasn't sure she was going to be able to walk to the Lighthouse at Faro from Finisterre, but she did!
And so did I. Slow...tentative at times, but determined. Even though I will have to come back to get the compostela because I didn't walk Lago to Finisterre, this was a great way to end my Camino. I am happy. Annie, Polly and I walked back to Finisterre to find the bus stop crowded with people. Almost all of them had bought tickets. I saw Jacob, the young chap from the Republic of Czech and gave him a quick hug. Polly and I were going back to Santiago but we had no tickets. It didn't matter unless there were 70 seats on the bus and 70 people had tickets but you did not. We said goodbye to Annie who was heading to Muxia for a day and boarded the bus. It was a 3 hour trip with stops at pretty little coastal towns. Once in Santiago I said goodbye to Polly who was headed back to the Seminario Albergue. I could sense some apprehension about finding it, but I think she's going to be just fine. She has plans to meet me at the Cathedral tomorrow for mass. It's Pentecost...a holy day for the church, and I am hoping to see the botofumiere.
I have a little air b&b place about a 15 minute walk from the Cathedral. Very quiet (aaaaaaahhhh) and lovely. There are thunderclouds in the sky and it looks like rain.
Amazing!! So glad you were able to go and see the end of the land! Bless you as you worship on Pentecost. L
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