Three days to go.

Once again I'm reflecting about the end of my time in Wonderland. I think my reflection has a rather Peter Pan aspect, perhaps because I keep taking pictures of my shadow. There is something rather childlike about walking, eating, drinking, and sleeping!

Peasant woman selling raspberries from her barn; a local sharing a plate of pulpo; glasses of beer by the side of the road; beautiful scenery; cold mornings warm afternoons and cool evenings; communal living, friends that walk ahead or behind you and meeting every two or three days; music playing in your head. It's all part of the Camino experience.

As I have reflected before, the Camino, or any pilgrimage, is not a about where  you're going, but how you get home. What changes? What is the same? How will the insights you have gained on the road influence your life?

As each day passes, and I get closer to Santiago, I have to think about going home. Today I looked at trying to get from Santiago to Paris. It's almost impossible. I really need to go to London or Barcelona or Porto in order to get to Paris, which seems counterintuitive. Maybe it is a French revenge on the Spanish for appropriating the Camino.

But this is also been the best day of the Camino so far. The walk was not strenuous, the sights were gorgeous, the people with whom I've walked before all seemed to converge on this town this evening. The Camino really does give more than it takes!

Today's music:  The Miracle (U2)

Today's Paces:  32,538

Tomorrow's prayer intentions:  my sister-in-law's partner Pat who is recovering from surgery; and the Lively family, as Anne is laid to rest.