Approaching Cabo Finisterre - the end of the world, once, and also the final destination of the coda pilgrimage you can take beyond Santiago de Compostela - we passed high above this beach. We had surreptitiously overtaken S, a fellow pilgrim - he had walked the whole way from SDC, while we’d taken a bus and were walking only the last 25km leg. There was little to do but leave him a message of encouragement in the sand. Bring it on! had become a kind of personal mantra for him during the pilgrimage, since he had found himself yelling it at God? the sky? while he stumbled across the hellishly flat meseta that constitutes a good 300km of the walk. I think his knees were bothering him. That and the absence of a sign of God.
I like to think now that there are either no signs, or else too many. But it didn’t stop me from descending to the shore to leave him a message.
I mostly wanted to play around with this new Tumblr photo feature, but I love to think of this day, this gesture. I’m pretty sure I’ve written about it before. S had no idea we were ahead of him, and it was a gamble that he would look down at the beach. He did, of course. He said that the incoming tide was edging up to the message. Twenty minutes later and he’d have seen nothing but sand, waves, the glare of the sun across the bay, lowering itself gingerly over the edge of the world.
My mantra was “OWN IT!!”
My friend Morgan walked the Camino de Santiago three years ago. Here is a picture she took of a FREE WINE FOUNTAIN for pilgrims.
I want to go to there.
There are differing opinions about the wine….it was too early in the day for me!
Finally cut the neck of my Camino shirt so that I may actually wear it now.
Not quite perfect but nothing I can’t live with.