Friday, June 3, 2016
Distance: 12 km
8:00 – I have already walked 2 km with two German students and a recently graduated doctor from Detroit. They want to stop for breakfast in Corcubion so I join them. The girls have ordered churros but I’ve gone with the traditional bacon sandwich. We all agree that when you’re walking as much as we have been for 35 days, the occasional bad menu choice isn’t a big deal. It will be next week when I’m lounging around Lisbon but as long as I’m burning 5000+ calories a day it’s bacon with a side order of bacon, por favor.
10:30 – I’ve made great time this morning and have caught up to Australians Karen and Ernie. Actually they caught up to me. The last time I saw them was just outside Leon when Karen had bad blisters and Ernie was in rough shape with bronchitis. A few days in a nice hotel worked wonders!
12:39 – I’ve rented a room at Hotel Finisterre and arranged for a private car to take me back to Santiago in the morning. The car was nesessary as the Saturday bus schedule is too tight to guarantee that I make my connection to Lisbon.
13:30 – The desk clerk at Hotel Finisterre put the final stamp in my pilgrim passport. “Time to celebrate,” he said with a chuckle as he set a bowl of warm pork rinds in front of me. See, it’s not all bacon.
On the plus side, there were plenty of people willing to take my photo. The first woman I asked wanted no part of the symbolic “Burning of the Socks” but I soon found several others who got a few nice shots of me gazing out to sea while my orphaned merino wool sock went up in flames.