Santiago to Phoenix Today Loujote and Cathinea have 22 hours of travel to Phoenix. I started reading Don Quijote Man of La Mancha weeks before we left for Spain. How could I not read this literary classic when I share so many characteristics with the Don from Campo Montiel himself! I am now about half way through, not having given diligence to the read during these past 20 days across the country side of Spain. Now, sitting on planes and in airports I am picking up where I left off, with Quijote promising Panza the world but delivering him nothing but wild eyed mis-adventures and other mischief, all the while praising his beloved Dolcinea del Tobaso. The difference being that Cathinea is the one who has been subject to the hallucinatory chivalry of Loujote as they tilted at their own windmills on this wild adventure. And she is every bit as elevated in esteem and amour by Loujote for her beauty, virtue, and incomparable loveliness, not to mention grit. So, let’s add a new knicnam...
Easy Day Along The Coast Short ride today, only 29 miles mostly along the coast. Short blog today. Cathy is going to post some highlights. Photos aren’t loading secondary to poor connections. Will try again when we have better WiFi (wee fee in España) Love that early morning pre ride cafe con leche! Met a new friend today…Ann, who started her Camino in Belgium. Laundry day at the albergue. Pilgrams dinner. So fun to sit and converse with people from Japan, Ireland, Norway, Sweden, and France. All at one table!
El Camino es la vida The. Basillica The shrine to St James just outside the Basilica. St James is the larger carving. The smaller carving is an anonymous pilgrim. Entering Santiago O Pedrouzo to Santiago Everything temporal comes to an end, but eternity lasts forever. Today, our journey across the hills, plains, coastlines and mountains of Spain came to an end, but in many ways our journey across eternity has just begun. So we say goodbye to the farms and fields of the Basque Country, the rugged coastline of Asturias and the verdant mountains and forests of Galicia. We entered Santiago with hundreds of other pilgrims of all ages from all over the world, speaking a multitude of languages . They entered the hallowed city, some hobbling, some with a bit of spring left in their step, some singing, some crying, all humbled. The Camino will do that to you. But deep down, isn’t that why we came? In the words of one of our country’s greatest presidents, “We...
WOW!!! Lynard
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