Kilometres walked: 888+
Weather: Just 1.5 rainy days in 37, mostly sunshine
Footwear: 2 pairs sandals
Injuries: Sore left foot tendon which came and went, 3 blisters
We made it to the "End of the World", Finisterre, in the western reaches of Spain. All the way from St Jean Pied De Port, 888 km to the east just over the French border. I had wanted to continue on for a further day's hike but my body was screaming at me for a break, and I decided to listen to my weary joints, aching feet and complete lack of energy. I felt happy and relieved to reach Santiago three days ago, but seeing the ocean for the first time in six weeks as we approached Finisterre was overwhelming. It's a moving place to finish. I'm a mix of happy, sad, relieved, proud and excited. To all the people who supported me, cheered me on from the sidelines, or from within this incredible journey itself, thank you.
No, darling. Go slow, echoes the rythym of the sea;
Or perhaps it's the cawing of seagulls, big and free.
They sound different here, to home.
Cooing, harmonious. Better tone.
As you push over the rise and first see the giant blue,
It's like something bigger overtakes you.
A blanket of familiarity to wrap oneself in.
Until you take the plunge and the ice freeze kicks in.
A fitting end to my journey.
Lessons learned, blisters earned. Fond memories.
There's a lot I will take away.
To remember, and savour on some far away day.
My skin darkened by the sun,
My soul lightened. Happy. Free to just be.
My brain jam-packed with new experiences.
Vistas, blisters and conversations.
Lessons learned, friends anew.
Stepping together until you can't take another,
Only to find that you can.
Step by step in rythym.
Sometimes not. Too hot.
Need to stop.
Family. Separation. Hesitation.
20km becomes a short day.
To push oneself harder and faster and to find yourself responding.
Hills melting away.
Never alone but always in individual pursuit.
The crunch of gravel.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
A Jaws soundtrack to make me smile.
Emotions wash over me like my feet in the sea,
Gently lapping at my unconscious.
Medieval bridges, stone crosses, candles.
A message to myself.
To plan is futile.
Let it go.
You don't need much.
Just to trust you know.
Positivity is not the status quo, but a blessing. Every day.
Over in a flash.
But that burst of light will ignite the soul.