I´m back in Santiago where I´ll board a plane to Zurich in a just a few hours. I haven´t heard from Carla whom I last saw Saturday morning as we said goodbye in Finisterre. She was catching the bus to Santiago where she was going to navigate through one of the world´s largest parties (Fiesta de Santiago) on her way to spend the night at the airport.
This morning, after the party, Santiago is still chock full of people. I was complaining about the crowds to myself when a group of teenagers in orange T-shirts charged by me up the church steps. They were carrying a cross and energetically belting out a glorious song in Latin. Once more I was moved to tears.
Saturday and Sunday I walked from Finisterre to Muxia. It´s hard to stop walking. It´s so ingrained in me now and so addictive. The quiet countryside was very satisfying as were the long vistas of the ocean and walking along the beaches. Though the Costa de la Morte is known for its brutal weather, we´ve had sun every day. This last stretch had very few people. I saw four pilgrims the whole day yesterday. Just let me keep walking, even if my feet hurt and I have no energy.
THE END of our adventure.
Charlotte
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