the Beat of the Feet

The plodding of thousands of feet for one thousand years propels me forward. The black funk has left me. A circle of camino friends is firming up. We might reach Santiago together on Saturday evening and go to pilgrim mass on Sunday. Excitement of reaching the end and sadness that it will be over and confusion about what to do after completion all mix to make a special feeling. I am in Portomarin tonight and have less than 100 km to walk. Because a compostela can be earned by walking the last 100km only and because it is school holidays in several neighbouring countries, many new pilgrims started around here today. So we blend the old with the new. The weather is stormy but the serious rain has dwindled during the day. I still walk in tshirt at times. The leaves are turning yellow. We walk through farmyards and over emerald green hills. The evenings are crowded with socializing; we know time is limited. Thanks for comments and support. It really helps!♡