It was a long day today. .about 36km..guidebook suggested it would be 31 or 32. While it was reasonable going ..easy terrain. ..the distance does hurt. My feet used to complain bitterly when I went over 20km..now they are o.k. up to 30 or 31...but more than that and they do protest....loudly. I find I have to really work my mind very hard to push through it. Each km at that stage feels like 4 or 5.
My feet have been great in the sandals and I have been carrying my shoes in my pack.
There were not many on the trail today..it seemed but the albergue here at miraz is full with people turned away to other local sites. The alburgue is run by the Cofraternity of St James that I belong to and is a little different than other alburgues.
It is the first one that has vented plumbing...just like at home. In Spain there seems to be no requirement to vent sewage plumbing..and so all abultion blocks smell. .sometimes badly. Not here at Miraz.
The 2nd difference..a youth hostel type kitchen with...wait for it...a...........kettle. ..that we were allowed to use! One of the things I have missed has been the ability to boil the jug and have a cuppa. My last hot drink I made was back in San Vicente where I asked to boil some water. I don't know how long ago that was..2 or 3 weeks maybe.
3rd difference. .very clean and very tidy...amazingly so.
Back to my journey today...so many old buildings, beautiful farms, tracks etc... I even stopped at a pilgrim cafe in the middle of a forest area for a ham n cheese toasted sandwich.
Lunch was looking at a C12th church at Baamonde at a place called Cafe Kiwi. Exciting!
Tonight we shared our food and had a delightful meal together. ..tomorrow we start to experience the greater numbers on the final stages. It was lovely being amongst friends and eating together. .pot luck on the camino..it was great what came out of packs.
Vicente. .the Suisse guy walking from Suisse to Finisterre with his dog Tito that I met on the ferry from Somo...has been on my mind lately..just wondering where he was..would I see them again?
2 mins from Baamonde I saw him ahead..caught up and it was lovely to see him and Tito again. He introduced me to his girlfriend Florence who had joined him the day before from Suisse and we walked on. Tito was looking good..he was wearing shoes on his front paws but otherwise looked great.
As well as all the normal pilgrim type catchup, he mentioned that his shoes had started to die big time. Both shoes were ripped and flapping. We checked foot size and out of my pack came my shoes ..and with my innersoles in..they seemed to fit just fine. I explained that I was walking in sandals now and that if the shoes were o.k. they were his and if they weren't. .just dump them. When we caught out at the end of the day in Miraz he was still wearing them, so they must be o.k.
As a bit of background to all of this, after swapping my 'too small for my camino feet' spare shoes from NZ for some Keen sandals in Bilbao...I have been told to wear them and that I would walk into Santiago in sandals.
Yep..another one of those ongoing god conversations.
Once I swapped into sandals way back my feet became much better and I have been carrying my shoes. MY plan was I would wear my shoes for the last 2 days but I hadn't told god that.
As soon as I saw Vincent's shoes I knew that god had once again snookered me.
It was so nice to catch just a glimpse of the interconnectedness of our lives and again be taught that things happen to us for a reason.
Sometimes we are allowed to see a little more of what god is doing with us....sometimes we have to do things in faith and not necessarily understand why we are doing it.
I probably haven't written this clearly at all...but it looks like this pilgrim is finishing his journey in sandals.
You should hear the chuckling inside my head. .god is going to get a lot of mileage out of this one.
Adios amigos