Tuesday started wet and dark for our group with a scare at our breakfast point just beyond Pedrouzo. Damian had left his passport and wallet under his pillow at the hostel. Jim and I went back with him by taxi and happily it was handed to him by the cleaning lady. Fair play to the good people of the Ortero hostel:
We took the taxi back to the cafe and pressed on with the final 17km, mostly through the rain. It’s no accident that Galicia is so green and teeming with apples and pears.
As we walked into the city, our pace quickened and the three of us even sprinted - well, scuttled maybe - over one of the longer pedestrian crossings. The expectation of reaching the cathedral deadened the pain in our feet, I guess. And then we were on the square, in the sun, happy just to be by the medieval walls that have marked the end of a pilgrimage for millions down the centuries.
After meeting the others we dispersed to our hostels or hotels, reassembling at 17:30 for a Mass said by out own Father Pat in one of the cathedral’s side chapels. the sermon, read from his tablet, summed up much of the Camino for all of us, I am sure. He talked of the “acts of kindness, courtesy and good will” we had encountered from strangers and fellow pilgrims along The Way, as well as the solitude of the countryside.
In the evening, we said goodbye to those who had to leave already, and at the same time kept running into other pilgrims met earlier along the way, some just arrived, all elated, hugging and kissing.