July 11- to Santa Irene
At the market in Melide, I bought a belt since my shorts were getting loose. Continue reading
At the market in Melide, I bought a belt since my shorts were getting loose. Continue reading
Suddenly, we were in front of the cathedral in Santiago, our goal. It felt strange and unreal. Was it all over? Continue reading
Suddenly, nobody I knew was coming by anymore. It was time to travel back home. Continue reading
Allmost everybody had left when I woke up. I didn’t hear them. It was a nice stage on shady paths. I arrived already at noon. Saw Pavarotti in front of me and followed him so I didn’t end up in the same albergue. The woman from California came by while… Continue reading
Last day. Cold. After breakfast I saw Jan on the terrace of the bar next door. We walked a bit together. Didn’t recognize so much of the surroundings today either. Well, a couple of cafes and the refugio in St Irene. Decent weather. I was a bit taken when I… Continue reading