I miss 40 km.
I'm at Arzua, Galicia.
The June 4 son from Saint Jean Pied de Port, French Pyrenees, I'm walking by one month.
I'm a little exhausted, but happy. Sometimes sad because the path is almost ending.
I walked with people of all ages, of all nationalities, of any creed or religion.
The last stretch before arriving in Santiago de Compostela is the strangest. Starting from Sarria, in the last 100 km, hordes of tourists, tour groups, curious, schools have begun to crowd the way.
After passing the Mesetas in the province of Leon, where you could meet a pilgrim every 2 – 3 hours and then you walked alone for most of the time, now everything has changed.
Even you have to ask permission every 5 minutes to walk.
So I try to walk during the hottest hours of the afternoon, when most people are flocking to the restaurants and the street is freer.
I did not expect. I used to have the possibility for almost a month, when I wanted to be alone with myself, to walk, meditate or sing their hearts out, of course I knew I didn't meet anyone. Sometimes I stop in the middle of nowhere and I like it, sometimes I meet people I'd lost and I get excited after the moments of solitude.
But apparently it is too.
In less than 2 days I get to Santiago and almost makes me angry. I don't want it to end.
For all those who are leaving the 4 are one of the few that has not yet arrived. I chose unconsciously or consciously to go slow, to enjoy the slowness of this trip, to savor slowly every moment without worrying about your arrival.
Because the path is on the way, and makes me want to say that almost never screwed me anything to arrive in Santiago.
Let's see how I feel in between 2 days, to prepararep the new challenge to Finisterre and Murcia, new path, do not know when and if I will stop.