31 Oct. Santiago
This is weird. I’m ready for bed and the wet laundry is hanging in the room. And it doesn’t really matter if it dries or not before morning—usually a problem with the socks. It doesn’t have to be packed up til Friday and that seems really odd. And I don’t have a plan for where we’re headed or when we can stop for breakfast. I’m not quite sure what to do with myself.
This playing tourist is interesting stuff. We had a lovely dinner of tapas tonight with our new friend Alice. Squid in its own ink was the centerpiece of our gastronomic experience. We ran into friends we have made along the way and it was delightful.
We had a difficult decision to make this evening. First, tomorrow at pilgrims mass the censor will definitely swing with the celebration of All Saints Day. It’s supposed to be quite the thing to see. Also, when you e gone this far, it’s customary to see Finisterre-The End of the World. We had hoped to do that. Our plan was to get to mass again tomorrow and then on Thursday to Finesterre and we leave Friday. However, the only bus trip to Finesterre is tomorrow. Ugh. That was not the plan.
So tomorrow we have decided on Finesterre. The censor would be cool, but when push comes to shove, I don’t really care much for incense and I’ve received the sacrament in a Pilgrims Mass and that’s the important part. And Larry is fine with not spending several hours just to have a seat in the cold sanctuary!
We’re back to the realities of life where things don’t always fit together. And we don’t always get what we want, and that’s ok. It’s not about what we want but what we learn through the experiences.
Buen Camino
This is weird. I’m ready for bed and the wet laundry is hanging in the room. And it doesn’t really matter if it dries or not before morning—usually a problem with the socks. It doesn’t have to be packed up til Friday and that seems really odd. And I don’t have a plan for where we’re headed or when we can stop for breakfast. I’m not quite sure what to do with myself.
This playing tourist is interesting stuff. We had a lovely dinner of tapas tonight with our new friend Alice. Squid in its own ink was the centerpiece of our gastronomic experience. We ran into friends we have made along the way and it was delightful.
We had a difficult decision to make this evening. First, tomorrow at pilgrims mass the censor will definitely swing with the celebration of All Saints Day. It’s supposed to be quite the thing to see. Also, when you e gone this far, it’s customary to see Finisterre-The End of the World. We had hoped to do that. Our plan was to get to mass again tomorrow and then on Thursday to Finesterre and we leave Friday. However, the only bus trip to Finesterre is tomorrow. Ugh. That was not the plan.
So tomorrow we have decided on Finesterre. The censor would be cool, but when push comes to shove, I don’t really care much for incense and I’ve received the sacrament in a Pilgrims Mass and that’s the important part. And Larry is fine with not spending several hours just to have a seat in the cold sanctuary!
We’re back to the realities of life where things don’t always fit together. And we don’t always get what we want, and that’s ok. It’s not about what we want but what we learn through the experiences.
Buen Camino
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