Friday, June
1, 2012
After breakfast we are on the bus to Finisterre “the end of
the world.” Lisa has indeed decided that
she will stay there tonight while I return to Compostela to attend mass
tomorrow then head back to Leon. I’m
really disappointed that we will not be attending the mass together which to me
is kind of like closure to the journey.
After reaching town we again follow the Camion to the Cape which has
become kind of an official end of the Camino.
We get lost then find our way eventually reaching the rugged cost line
which once marked the end of the known world.
Pilgrims have left shoes and other personal items they have worn here to
signify they had made the journey safely and it is over. Others will burn an item of clothing for the
same reason. We did not have anything to
burn or leave so we had a glass of wine and headed back to town.
This would be our last dinner together which was quite rushed
as we were unsure of when the bus would leave.
We are not saying much and I see a bus pull in so I go over to see if it
will take me back to Compostela alone.
It is and I run back to where Lisa is sitting grab my stuff trying hard
not to cry hug her and head to the bus.
The ride back to Compostela was one of the loneliest times of my
life. I cried most of the way back
trying to hide my emotions from the rest of the passengers. There was a bit of a laugh as I listened to
a Mormon pilgrim telling some German fellow about his religion but that was
short lived.
I cannot explain how lonely I was that night wandering the
path Lisa and I had traveled to get back to the Albergue. I stopped in at the corner café and listened
again as the local fellows began to sign.
Tonight they seemed to sense and were singing sad songs not the gay ones
of a night ago. Back in the Albergue
with enough wine in me to insure sleep I laid down to sleep knowing Lisa was
not in a bunk near me for the first time in a month. So very sad and so very lonely yet again.
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