The next few days in Santiago were ’relaxing’ fun and hectic !!
The first night of my arrival there, I had cleaned up, and met several of my ‘Camino Family’ friends near the Cathedral, and after a meal had ‘gone out on the town’ ! The latest night of my trip so far, had me staggering back to my rooms around 2 a.m…. but up early and down to the Cathedral early, to get a good spot for the 12 noon Pilgrims mass (front bench actually)
Wandering around the place had me bumping in to people I’d met on the Camino, seemingly around every corner ! That evening we had the first of our farewell dinners, as one of our little family left to return to America… and we all partied into the very early hours again… and I moved the following morning into the luxurious accommodation at the HospederÃa San MartÃn Pinario , a former seminary, now a Hotel, with the top floor being reserved for pilgrims – luxury , my own room,toilet, and bed for $23 euros a night , including breakfast !
Next it was a tour of the Cathedral roof
with great views over the surrounding countryside and great sunset vies from San Martin..
The next morning a few of us went on a coach trip, out to Finisterre http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cape_Finisterre where I had originally wanted to walk to, however nearer the end, had decided that my Pilgrimage should finish in Santiago at the tomb of St James..
Finisterre is still regarded by some pilgrims as the ‘end’ and so many walk on there, and burn their clothes, signifying their ‘new life’ Alan burnt a pair of trousers ‘for us all’… we all had lots of tears to shed – for all sorts of reasons, most of which we couldn’t fathom !
we went from there to the beach at Muxia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mux%C3%ADa another place linked to the Camino and with the setting sun, the place of great mystery !
Back to Santiago, where I continued saying farewell to different friends, but also welcoming others who had come in a few days later… almost a full week went by, until it was time for me to leave, and go home…
Saturday 1st November saw me alone again leaving Santiago de Compostela, would life ever be the same again ?