My hands are shaking as I step onto the bus and hand the driver my money. My face gives nothing away, but my stomach is clenched and mouth dry. "Am I ready? I don't want to go back to the 'real world'. I don't want this to end." The world moves so fast. Have I really … Continue reading Finisterre > Santiago
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Día Cuatro + 31
The crack of a rifle shot. That was the first thing I heard as I left my albergue at 6:30AM. I had planned on leaving an hour earlier, but had slept through my alarm for the first time since I've been here. I'm glad I did. Another shot cut across the silence, this one closer … Continue reading Día Cuatro + 31
Día Tres + 31
I can sense the change of gears clicking in. Tomorrow I reach Finisterre - the end of this world I have been living in. The day after, I press on just a little further for the heck of it. Then I catch a bus to Portugal. Surprisingly (or maybe not surprisingly), I have mixed emotions … Continue reading Día Tres + 31
Día Dos + 31
I was already working out the wording of how I would write up this blog post without stressing Mum out too much. "Tonight was the first night I slept outdoors..." Nope, I'm sure she still would have freaked (as would Karen and a few others, I'm sure). I wasn't too keen on the idea myself. … Continue reading Día Dos + 31
Día Uno + 31
Sometimes it's the little things. Sharing Vegemite with four unwilling and ungrateful friends (I don't get what their problem was? I grew up on that black spreadable goodness! 😉). Walking through the cathedral square and being greeted nine, eleven, more! times by pilgrims I have walked with or met along the Way. Having Burger King … Continue reading Día Uno + 31
