The end of the earth…finisterre

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so after Santiago, it is another three day walk to the ocean at finisterre. It translates as end of the earth. Santiago was the end of the line for me with the walking, but driving to the ocean was wonderful. Looking back at y’all across the Atlantic! Felt sooo good on my feet. Many pilgrims burn things there…

endofearthmarkerI felt small and insignificant and accomplished all at the same time.

love to y’all. I lived…

xoxo

ps notice the kilometers on the market!:)image

My mascot…the cuckoo bird.

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everyday. Every. Single. Day. I would hear one of these far off in the distance. One of the last days, it was right above me…take a listen…:)

Tomorrow is it! The last 15 miles…

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imageThere have been so very many misconceptions that I have had about this journey…would I find my way? (Easily marked) Would my knee make it? ( no more problems with it than any other body part) If I make it to the finish, will I be crawling?

there have been times that I was crawling (figuratively), this end is not one of them. I feel calm and strong and relatively pain free. I feel good. Tomorrow I hope to see the cathedral where the apostle St James is believed to be buried and be awed by the giant swinging incense burners that take six men to manage. I don’t know how I will feel…I will simply feel it. There is a mass in English I hear in the evening there. I have attended quite a few beautiful masses along the way all in Spanish. So much is lost on me. Sacred space though. And I have received many pilgrim blessings in some of these sacred spaces. I have noticed that I am drawn to the simple chapels more than the grand gilded cathedrals, yet I welcome them all. They have provided calm and quiet and I am grateful to have lit many candles along the way.

thank you all for your support from afar. You got me here…

Love m

50k left…two days of 15miles…

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joyful smile 50K chatting donkeyHi y’all…

it is real. The end is near. It’s not about the destination, it has been about the journey and on this journey I have done it all-My intention was to be closer to myself and to God…it has happened along with so much other discovery and healing. This Camino holds a beautiful space for each of us.

A few days in Santiago and a car ride to finisterre Spain to the ocean. Some people throw their backpacks/shoes whatever in at that point. Finisterre means the end of the earth. It is a closing of sorts for those on the Camino. If you want to walk it, it is another three days, which I don’t have, so it will be a car ride. Speaking of car rides, I have ridden in a taxi here and twice hitchhiked. It was safe and normal here (not by myself). The Spanish people want to help those of us who might need it on the Camino. A car…hmmm! Can’t wait to see the ocean…

i am not going to know what to do with myself if I am not on this crazy schedule. Eat walk sleep. Simple beautiful life.

Love to y’all…

xx

m

Under 100k left…725 down…

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This is me…

 


I do eat whatever…chocolate croissant for breakfast? Yep? Cheese with honey for dessert? Yep? Red wine? Yep? Lemon beer? I am in…


eatwhateverSo at any point a “donativo” might appear which is pictured below. A beautiful table of yummies that is laid out on a table with no one around that you take what you want and donate. They are such offerings of love and kindness. This one was the most beautiful…in a barn, it was art. It was the most beautiful thing around in the middle of great poverty and cows and manure and alleys…one lady came along and gave us crepes and another did some kind of fried sugar dough thing. The problem with trying my Spanish is that they answer me in Spanish. And it is so animated in my face and I have no idea what they are saying. It is endearing though. I just smile a lot. I helped this elderly lady with a cane up a bunch of stairs and she had A LOT to say to me…

 

the feet are greatly improved. I know how to help them now and what to pay attention to. It was a 10 min ordeal preparing them to walk with heel cushions, tape, a toe sleeve, Vaseline…it worked. I am nearly pain free and may actually finish this thing with my chacos sandals.

Speaking of finishing this thing. I am. That was not always a known thing. It is now. There were many moments of doubt before and during this. Then there were the casualties along the way of the people who had to stop. It is a guessing game…shit happens. There were only a few days where I had had it…I couldn’t talk about walking. I didn’t want to consider what we had to cover the next day or even have the courage to look. There were a handful of those days. And one when I really couldn’t do it. One that I opted not to do it for the pleasure of Leon Spain…

i feel sadness seeing the signs that there are only 80k left. It is so odd…it has been a long road and I am both relieved and sad…hmmmm. Grateful to be at this place. So grateful…

everyday I talk to God. Everyday I am thankful.

Love to y’all…

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Beauty all around…

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So everyday I hear a cuckoo bird. Every day. It is like a little mascot always in the distance…sounds just like the clock. This Galicia province is very Celtic and I see why…could be Ireland. The rolling hills, green, stone walls, and the hearty soups, octopus…lovely.

the Camino is a special place…everyone helps each other…and all feel challenged and blessed. Jack from Ireland talks my ear off and I am always so glad to see him. He is doing this in four parts. This is his third time to come from Ireland and do one week of it. Retired policeman…talks so fast. And the brogue!

there is such peace in walking outside…

the sandals are working. It is amazing that the feet can heal while still expecting so very much from them. Three 30k days in a row-with two mountains…and they are healing. I am so humbled though. I might have pain or challenge, but then there are so many others limping, taped, or in their 70s or 80s and I am put in my place…we are a flow of humanity-a world of people on this small trail in Spain…

love to y’all ireland countryside jack

The last third…

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hi y’all…so the last third changes terrain again. The middle is flat and less striking if you will than the eye candy that I have seen. And so it begins again…vineyards, villages, mountains. I came over one two days ago and am still recovering the calves from coming down in sandals, in the rain, wind, cold. Having my rainpants would have helped. Thy were in my other bag. I have gotten used to being very wet and cold. Tea helps.

Listened to music threaded blister winefarmerfrom my sister under my raincoat and it carried me. I was happy. We have another one today. I am grateful that this body keeps at this. It speaks mightily. 30k days…over mountains and now I am so slow…the feet take a lot of love to get them to a walkable space-Vaseline, tape, heel guards, in sandals. I am not alone…it is a way of the Camino…

i remain grateful for this amazing opportunity to walk, meditate, connect, explore, enjoy, suffer, appreciate…

yesterday, met this man along the trail who lives simply in a somewhat garage like structure, welcomed us, gave us his own white wine from the vineyards around him, then I saw him in the next village and bought his wine there with his buddy. This is the way of the Camino…connection, love, support. The people are so very kind…

learned today that my dad is going to have some heart work done next week…❤️Grateful that he found what needs to be done…

i am good…thank you for all your support…

i have learned how to thread blisters…

love m

Blister management…

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So it is my turn now to manage blisters…I have seven. The backs of my heels are the worst…wearing the sandals now. Hoping for the best. Tired and the body is tired. It effects everything…had my first nap today after rain and a bath…still eating well and loving the wine. All good…sockfeet