Last night they told us the rain would stop and by the morning it would be dry. Sun they told us. This morning on the TV in the bar it said sun with a bit of cloud. Gerry’s weather said sun… They all lied!
It rained from the moment we left the albergue until the last 15 minutes of the day. It rained all morning… We watched the rain through the window as we ate lunch and it rained almost all afternoon.
It wasn’t the driving destructive rain that we had before, it was a drizzle… We thought it was stopping but no… it started again. The kind of rain that just seeps in everywhere. Our shoes are wet and our socks are wet and we’re trussed up in big waterproof trousers and ponchos. so you feel wet on the outside and a kind of boil-in-the-bag wet on the inside. And I have no idea what they do for fun in Colorado but both Pam and Teresa agreed they love walking in the rain… Really?
Tonight we were stopping in a very lovely motel called Casa de los Somoza in a tiny little hamlet called O Coto. By the time we stopped for the day it had stopped and there was a tiny bit of blue sky, just enough for a pair of sailors trousers. By the time we’d showered and got a drink we could sit outside and warm up in a sunny spot on the terrace.
We had a room for three with lovely beds and a mive hot shower and radiators and woodburners everywhere to dry our shoes and clothes.
Today for me was a reflective kind of day. It feels like I’ve been walking forever. It seems so long ago that I was home. I miss family and friends… I miss the band and music. I miss the garden. I don’t really yearn for stuff… Although I haven’t brushed my hair since this journey started so shampoo, conditioner, a hairbrush and hairdryer would be good.
I think that any thought of home has been pushed back, maybe because thinking of loved made me homesick. But they’re close now. 3 more days… Just 3 more days.
I have wondered what this journey has taught me. I think I am more aware of my actions… I hope I am more thoughtful, less quick to judge… I know that I value all the good that is in my life… I hope that I will never take it for granted. I hope I have buried a few demons… I hope that I’ve gained a bit more self belief.
I am also truly grateful to my two walking companions. I am wholly aware that I invited myself to their walk. I know I’m no shrinking violet… Without their companionship my walk would have been very different and it feels so very odd that in 3 more nights I will no longer be sleeping in the same room with them… And that maybe our paths will never cross again.
It’s a very strange existence on the camino… But it feels totally normal now too and I can’t imagine a life without walking.
I also saw a sign today… At a little junction coming out of a tiny hamlet… If it hadn’t been raining I would have taken a photo… Thinking of it now brings a lump to my throat… It was a simple road sign and yet it means so much… It said Santiago. We’re nearly there.