And Thus Lies Take My Pilgrimage…

Day Twenty Seven - (Camino del San Salvador Completo, Camino Primitivo Completo), Camino Finisterre/Muxia, Lires to Muxia

“You could be ordinary and attempt something extraordinary, without being able to explain it in a logical way.”

― Rachel Joyce, The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry

Last night’s evening of a meal by the sea and the magic of a whale sighting was a lovely story to tuck ourselves into bed with. This morning we set out, bright and alert for our final day of pilgrimage. The walk was spent in the mist for a bit, and the sound of wind turbines shrouded from view was a bit eerie. The day passed quickly; even with a late start we walked into Muxia before 1:00. We made our way to the library to receive our Compostela, and then to the rocky point which marks the end of the Camino to Muxia. The rain held back for us the full day, and for that we felt doubly blessed.

It’s time now to turn the page on this journey. I’ve challenged myself physically, laughed until I cried, cried until I was spent, pondered my audacity at attempting such a thing, and opened myself to taking chances. I wanted to throw everything I had at the new decade I’m racing towards, and I am happy with the way it stuck. This is me, three months from celebrating 60 years on this planet. To echo Jose’s words, “I am satisfied.”

Give me my Scallop shell of quiet,

My staffe of Faith to walke upon,

My Scrip of Joy, Immortall diet,

My bottle if salvation:

My Gowne of Glory, hopes true gage,

And thus Ile take my pilgrimage.

Sir Walter Raleigh, "Pilgrimage" (1604)