I interrupted my tale yesterday when we were finally called to the counter to get our compostelas and the certificates showing that we walked from Lisbon to Santiago. And I can promise we walked every step of the way. ..and some more.
Yesterday, passing the first coffee shop (it was doing a roaring trade) we came across another quieter one. Two women and a man were enjoying something homemade. “We’ll have what they’re having, por favor”. Rather large servings of yummy homemade apple crumble and apple pie which kept us going for the rest of the day.
We got talking to the man, a social worker from Holland. Each year he walks the last 100 or 150km of the Camino Frances or the Camino Portugues with a group. No ordinary group mind you. They are people who have had kidney transplants and/or their partners. And I was starting to feel just a little pleased with myself!
The Portuguese Camino has been a Challenge
This journey has been hard. Much harder than the Camino Frances. Partly because this time we carried our packs. The route itself was more challenging. But the wonderful experiences by far outweigh the difficulties. In a few days when my feet are back to normal what will remain are fond memories.
Time for Reflection
I was overwhelmed when we walked into Santiago yesterday and again at mass this morning. The botafumiero swung but this time my camera stayed in my bag while I absorbed the experience.
Thank you for reading this blog and for your encouragement. The blog and you kept me going.