After an unsuccessful day of chasing down my bag of civilian clothes which was late for delivery, I’m now on a train from Santiago to Barcelona. It’s an all day ride from 8:30 to 9:30 at night. Not much chance to photograph, but I’m going back through many of the towns and cities I walked through and it’s bringing back memories of the sights, sounds and smells I encountered.
Muxia was a pretty big deal for me. I got really lucky with the weather and had no rain, and very few clouds during my stay.
I’d been planning for several days to do a consciousness walk where I was to take an hour to walk 50 meters. I chose a stretch of rocks leading from the monestary to the ocean. I noticed the wind and the salt spray, the transition from smooth to rough rocks, and the way a path always seemed to open up for me. Just watching and listening to the waves breaking was mesmerizing, and I ended up the hour as close as I dared to the ocean where I symbolically scattered the ashes of my former life on the water. To some people my current and future life will look a lot like the old one, but I will know the difference. I’ve had a life of some significant achievements but nothing tops the sheer everyday effort it’s taken to walk this Camino.
The town was filled with people like me who were ending their journeys and wondering what their lives would be like after walking.i don’t have all the answers yet, but perhaps they will still come from staring out to sea.
The day ended with a great pink sunset. I thought I might see a green flash, but had to settle for the sun melting into the ocean. During my years at sea I was privileged to see many hundreds of amazing sunsets and sunrises. It meant a lot to me to see another one at the end of this journey.
Thank you to all of you who have followed this journey.